1. That is basically how my last cat developed a mortal fear of any plastic bag. Happened while she was under my parent’s care and I was aboard ship. My dad found the bag and cat both urine soaked. Poor critter learned the hard way about ‘Bags are not toys’

  2. Poor cat.

    Many years ago, when I was living in the city, our cat at the time disappeared for the three days. Eventually he returned to the front porch with a blue plastic bag wrapped around his neck.

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