I got the cat carriers out of the closet this week as a preemptive strategic maneuver against the felines in the household. If the cat carriers are already out, the cats won’t freak out and dash under the bed when I grab their furry behinds to stuff them into the plastic prisons. Bwa, ha, ha! I have opposable thumbs and a cerebrum, which gives me the ability to plan. You are no match for me, kitties!

Then, yesterday afternoon, what did I find but this:

I bet he wouldn’t be napping in there if he knew what was in store for him this week. At least I know he likes his temporary prison!