"THE ATTACK OF THE KILLER IKEA BAG!"
(as told by Blanche)

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I was playing in this bag one day...
And then I couldn't get out...
But I kept trying...
And I tried not to panic...
But I was starting to get a little freaked out.
I wiggled around, but to no avail.
I looked up at my person, hoping she would help me, but she just kept taking my picture, damn her.
It looked like I was stuck for good.
Finally, that Other Cat I Have to Share With became interested in my predicament.
She sniffed the bag carefully...
...and she looked around for imminent danger...
...but she didn't see anything.
"That's it," The Other Cat said. "You're stuck, and I'm not sorry, because now I won't have to Share Everything with you."
...Then Our Person reached over and crackled the bag, and I took off running with the Other Cat in hot pursuit. Fur was flying, we did a couple of laps around the couch, and Our Person dropped her camera because she was laughing so hard. When she came out to see what had happened to us, I was hiding between two bookcases, the Other Cat was under the table, and the Killer Ikea Bag was in shreds in front of the fireplace. The moral of this story is: watch out for stray bags, especially the kind that make lots of noise. They're not as much fun as they look like they might be, except for the People watching.

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