Well it's been all drama this morning at Allergic Towers. I was woken during the night briefly by plasticky rustling sounds and a couple of thumps, assumed that one of them had leaped from a great height onto something plastic.
This morning neither came in for morning treats, & Boycat didn't come in for his cuddle. Neither appeared when I served breakfast, so I got worried. Saw both behind the sofa, tempted Girlcat out with treats. Eventually had to haul the (v heavy) sofa away from the wall to get to Boycat who had managed to get his thick fat head and one foreleg though the handle of a plastic Asda bag for life!
Naturally as soon as I picked him up he panicked even more & tried to escape - I have lovely puncture wounds in my upper arm now. I had to grab a pair of scissors while holding a terrified struggling Boycat with one arm to cut the handle of the bag.
I have no idea where he's fled to now, I'm going to leave the poor thing in peace until he settles a bit. He can't be badly hurt, not the speed he vanished upstairs at once I'd freed him.