Kipling is skittish about plastic bags. When I come home from work, both cats run to greet me – unless I’ve got grocery bags in my hands, and then the spotted genius flees to a safe hiding spot under the dining room table. The rustle of a new garbage bag will send him flying in a rather ungraceful manner. So when I left this bag on the coffee table after finishing the snack that was in it, I expected him to avoid it.
That’s right, cat. Prove me wrong.