Caught Red-Pawed

We keep our stock of dry catfood in a shopping bag in the garage.

Miss Flum caught Hazel with his head in the bag; he had clawed his way into a new bag of his favourite food (termed Posh Scrunchies) and was busy scrumping; there were two bags of regular catfood (Ordinary Scrunchies) which he ignored.

Here's the evidence: in large you can also see the scratches over the front, where he had made unsuccessful attempts at entry.

The scrunchies are now safely stored in a plastic tub with a lid. We'll not be beaten -if he gets into that they'll go into the birdfood bin, a galvanised dustbin with the lid tied on.