Coming around the corner, Maurice saw the paper bag on the kitchen floor … and froze.
He crouched down, shoulder muscles tensed, and did not hesitate. Absolutely fearless, he flung himself onto the bag and began offensive maneuvers. He crumpled it, claws out. He dragged it until it was nearly dead, tossed it up into the air, tore off several bits of the edge and ate them. Finally, in a wild-eyed frenzy, he took a running leap onto the now shredded intruder, and skidded half way down the long hallway.
An hour later, she found the remains of the conquered paper bag wadded up in a corner and the victorious cat asleep under the bench.
That bag never had a chance.
I'm smiling. That's delightful.
Ha! Love cats and bags.