We live with what The Husband says are the two dumbest animals on the planet. We seem to have a knack for rescuing the stupid ones. This, of course, makes them a constant source of entertainment.
One night, as we were putting the groceries away, we were throwing the empty bags in a pile to be balled up when we were done. Kitty, being the curious (yet timid) cat that she is, began sniffing all the bags. Following some intriguing scent, she found herself all the way inside one of the plastic bags.
I don't know what triggered it, but she was suddently spooked. All four legs were splayed and the claws were bared. The plastic bag exploded in shreds.
But in her haste to escape, Kitty managed to wrap one of the handles around her head. She was running from room to room, trying to get away from the shredded plastic bag that was flying behind her. No matter where she turned or hid, the evil plastic bag was right there. If she ran faster, the bag only made more noise and chased her more!
The Husband and I were laughing so hard we couldn't even help her.
To this day, if you rustle a plastic bag near her, she'll run and hide under the bed.
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