A STORY OF A CAT AND A BAG

This is a story of a cat and a bag.

It takes place on a rainy, grey day when the cat is bored with little to do.

And the cats owner is bored, also with little to do.

So the cats owner decides to create a game of intrigue for the cat.

She knows the cat will want to peek into the bag to find out what's inside

and then the cats owner can watch the interesting situation unfold.

And neither of them will be bored.

This is the bag.

The cat has come round the corner and pauses upon first seeing the bag.

The cat cautiously moves to the other side of the bag, looking away with feigned disinterest as cats are wont to do.

Feeling comfortable now, curiosity setting in, the cat relaxes beside the bag.

Thinking it had seen slight movement, heard a slight sound, the cat dares to glance toward the bag.

The cats interest has been piqued, and so the cat looks up.

That movement, the sound, did it perhaps come from behind the bag, wonders the cat.

Hey.  Where is the cat going?  Is the cat leaving?  Seriously?  Is the cat not interested in the bag?  Why does the cat not paw at the bag?  Knock it over?  Look inside?  See if it hides a toy or a treat?  Aren't cats supposed to be curious?  Surely our story can't end this way.  This was meant to be a game of intrigue.  But now it's just like game over. This is no longer fun.  And we're still bored.

And then there's that cats owner.  Still sprawled flat on the floor on the other side of the room with her cell camera and too many photos of a plain old bag and no cat at all because she knows the cat has gone off to hiding in the closet and is not coming back.  

End of story.