Somehow, it’s gotten worse, another similar incident happened two weeks after this one except with bags of what turned out be clothes as I intially thought when leaving home that one morning, but I realised it might not have been clothes before getting on the bus and still decided to get on and go to class. Now I’ve developped a fear of sitting or laying on my cats or even stray cats outside and constantly have to check under my butt if a cat is there and even then I can’t be sure.
