I think I've mentioned the fact that Isabel is a burrower, in the past. A pile of laundry is always a temptation but anything at all that looks like it can be tunneled into is fair game, including plastic bags (have to be careful what I leave lying about). On this particular occasion, she and Fiona were playing chase when she dived into a pile of fresh laundry I'd just placed on the bed.
You can see at upper left that her head was actually covered. She only had a little wedge of air space, so I pulled the sweater up over her face. You can't do that with just any old feline without potentially getting slashed but Isabel doesn't swipe with claws unless she's really, really nervous. This picture makes me smile every time I look at it.
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