The girls have always loved playing with plastic grocery bags and I
usually let them - they love to sit on the rustly plastic, or to
wrestle with one of their toys on or under the bag. There usually
isn't any problem with the handles - Tessica's skinny enough to walk
right through, and Scouty had a brief encounter with the Evil Bag
Monster last year that taught her a valuable lesson so she doesn't try
to stick her head through the handle of the bag...

Today it was Silver's turn. Poor baby. I just unpacked the kibble and
was standing in the kitchen packing it away into the kibble container,
when she jumped up onto the coffee table and started sniffing at the
Petco bags. They must have smelt very interesting, because she was
absolutely intrigued by them. So intrigued that she stuck her head
through the handle... uhoh. Before I could say 'Silly, that's really
not a good idea' she was streaking through the house with a bag
hanging around her neck! I tried to intercept her, but she darted past
me and into the craft room, where she met Tessica and Scouty and
scared the living daylights out of them too! All three cats scattered
and Silver darted back into the livingroom, almost knocked over the
floor lamp, and ran under the dining table. I pulled the chairs out to
try and reach her to remove the bag, but she darted between my legs
again, and across the livingroom to hide behind John's chair.

Behind the chair is one of her favourite 'safe spots' and she felt
secure enough there to stop running... and since she wasn't running
any more the bag stopped rustling and she just crouched there with her
eyes wide as saucers. I grabbed a handful of her favourite kibble and
took it over to her, and slid the side table away from the wall so I
could crouch down. Then I put the kibble down in front of her, reached
in and slid the bag off, and left her to soothe her battered pride.

Poor baby... I just hope that she's learnt her lesson! And I'll try to
be better about keeping the Evil Bag Monsters out of her reach...