Bwahaha!

Heard rustling from upstairs, like someone was playing with tissue paper. Hmm, I thought, I wonder what Roy has gotten into. (It's always Roy.) The rustling kept up for a good five minutes, and then ... then Roy came flying down the stairs, ears back, panic on his face and head caught in the handle of a large plastic bag. The bag billowed behind him like a cape, or maybe a parachute. No, a cape, as it did not slow him down. He tore around downstairs in a zig-zaggy loop and ran back up again.

Silence.

I found him huggled in a corner, having a moderate to severe feline panic attack.

Maybe you had to be there, but folks, it was so hilarious I couldn't stop laughing for ten minutes. I could almost hear his cat brain chanting, "Gotta escape, get it off, gotta escape" as he ran around with that bag attached to him.

Now that is how to start a day.