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Kamikaze (my cat) hates plastic bags. She'll run upstairs and hide under a dresser when I'm rustling the bags taking out the garbage. One time, she decided she'd be brave, and tackle her fear. Big mistake. She pounced on a plastic bag and started wrestling with it in the kitchen. My friend and I were in the living room, hearing this commotion, and all of a sudden we hear a feline shriek, and out comes Kamikaze, flying faster than Superman. She managed to get her head stuck in one of the plastic loops of the bag, and was wearing it like a cape. Of course, it was making the sound that drives her insane, and she couldn't get away from it. She did three laps around the living room/kitchen, while the two of us are laughing histerically, keeping our feet off the ground so we wouldn't get shredded. She then jumped over the papasan, over me, and shot upstairs to her hidey hole. I wrestled the bag off of her and let her be. That was one traumatized cat. She didn't come out for two days. Mister Mister (my other cat) was very amused.
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