Bag Cats

I bought some groceries the other day, and had them delivered. Some came in the usual, cheap plastic bags. You know, the sort that are so thin they’re practically two-dimensional. Some are claimed to be ‘biodegradable’; it’s true, because they seem to biodegrade before I get out of the parking lot. Besides, plastic is indeed biodegradable; it simply takes 50,000 years. I digress.

Josie likes settling for a snooze into a large plastic bag full of smaller plastic bags. I don’t let her do that unless she is under my direct supervision. If children can smother with a plastic bag, so can cats. But this time, the fruit I purchased was placed into paper bags; good, old-fashioned paper bags. Retailers hate them because they can’t make paper bags so thin that they cost a ten cents per billion to make, like plastic. My cats like them because they are enclosed like boxes, but crushable, and they make noise.

Tungsten staked a claim to them early on, but all four cats enjoyed them. Tucker made a run at one bag and hit it with a bang. It startled the others, but he liked it. It’s a good thing I have the new bags: most of their other toys have been lost, or eaten...