I co-exist with a bag lady.
She loves bags. Her favorite is a black-striped DSW bag.
It’s the bag of preference, the one that feels just right.
Guess where I’ll be buying shoes from now on?
She’s a funny bag lady, preferring to lay on top of the stripes, rather than inside.
Once in a while, she’ll go in.
For grins and giggles.
There are moments in time when she’ll roll over and “play dead.”
Natasha yells, “Someone shot your cat!”
She’s simply a happy camper, snoozing away.
Dreaming of a shiny, new bag.