Me: (Coming to look at cat, now with extra added plastic bag) No, she must have stuck her head through the handle.
Him: I wonder how that happened.
Me: (Walking back to kitchen) Well, she's got a very small brain, you know.
Cat: (Suddenly explodes, making one entire lap around the main floor and then up the stairs at a speed that could have beat the Millenium Falcon on the Kessel run)
Him: Boy, and she could have gone faster without that parachute holding her back.