The other day, I was sitting in my recliner, watching TV or reading
usenet or both, when this racket started up.  Sounded like something
being knocked off a counter.  But it didn't quit like that would have,
and I couldn't identify the noise, and it was getting louder.  I got
up and turned toward the kitchen, expecting to see more stuff than I
have in the kitchen on the kitchen floor and a fleeing cat.  Instead,
I saw a clear kitchen floor and a cat running *into* the kitchen and
then immediately out.  I saw that it was Buck, and she was "stuck" in
a paper grocery bag!  Sort of hermit-crab style, with her head and
legs exposed but the rest inside.  And she was absolutely *tearing*
through the house, trying to get away from the noisy thing on her
back.  I could do nothing but fall to the floor in a fit of laughter.
I still get tears in my eyes just thinking about how funny that was.

I figured out that she must have gotten into a paper bag and gotten a
leg through the handle.  I usually leave out the un-handled kind for
the kitties, but I'm not the neatest guy ever, so I was bound to leave
out a handled bag sooner or later.

Anyway, as I was collapsing, she was running to the spare bedroom,
where she dove under the bed.  That action apparently broke her free
of the bag handle and put her in a nice, quiet place to recover.

Jeff