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Years ago one of my cats was playing in a paper bag, one of those with the twisted paper handles. He stuck his head through one of the handles, and then suddenly realized that there was “something” around his neck. He tried to shake it off, which did nothing but rattle the bag he was still lying in. Then he tried to run away from whatever was holding him, but since he was still inside the bag he couldn’t get far. He panicked and scrambled even faster, finally tearing the bag enough that he could get traction on the floor. Now he’s running around the room with the remains of the bag attached to the handle still around his neck flapping around him. Finally, I stopped laughing and tried to catch him, which was difficult because he was determined to escape from whatever it was that was “following” him.
I don’t think I ever saw him play in a paper bag again after that.
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:::looks at poster, looks at self, decides in surprise that poster must simply be self living in parallel universe:::
I had a nearly identical experience with my cat, except it was his hind leg that got caught.
He’d decided he had enough of playing Cave Kitty and attempted to exit the bag. As he did so, THE BAG FOLLOWED HIM :eek:. I was in the kitchen, and the first I learned of this was when the cat came bolting into the kitchen, and THE BAG WAS CHASING HIM :eek: :eek: :eek: . My first thought was that the other cat was inside the bag, but I quickly realized this was not possible for the reasons you describe above. It took a couple minutes before I was able to stop laughing long enough to try to pursue him and rescue him - by which time he’d managed to tear free after running all over the house trying to escape from the Demon From Hell.
We didn’t see him for several hours after that, as he was hiding from the Evil Bag Of Satan.
Another toy failure: we bought a wind-up hopping rabbit (small, about the size of a hamster) when a shop had them at Easter. We figured “furry, moves, what’s not to love?”.
The cat took one look and bolted. Evidently toys are not supposed to move on their own. Fortunately, we didn’t have any problems with real rodents as clearly this cat would have been useless in dealing with the problem!
The most successful cat toy was… a shadow. Light, plus shadow on floor cast by nearly anything (preferably a hand, as that could make the shadow move), meant instant attack-target for the cat. We could play with him by simply waggling fingers 4 feet away. He’d slam both front paws on the target to pin it down, then look confused that there didn’t seem to be anything there. We’d move fingers again, and he’d go for the new location. This could go on for hours! It got to the point where we had to close the bathroom door at night, because he’d go in and play in the shadows from the nightlight.
