My almost 1 year old Maine Coon named Dale just had a horrible freak out at the expense of a paper bag. This paper bag was making him curious as usual, and in the process of pouncing on it he somehow got his head through one of the twine handles. Now he started freaking out and running at top speed around the apartment, dragging this paper bag behind him attached at the neck through the handle. I mean balls-to-the-wall, flying from the couch to the table, full-on, escape mode. He thought a terrible creature was going to eat him. After a minute or so I caught him, removed the bag, and it was fine. That was about as intense as you can get with a housecat.