The kitty has a thing for my bag. Can’t leave it opened for more than a minute or she’ll go schlep herself inside and look inquisitively around.

Me: Sash what are you doing?
Sasha: Meow.
Me: No, get out of my bag!
Sasha: Meow!
Me: I am not bringing you to China.
Sasha: Meow.
Me: Aw. I’ll miss you too.