Man, I love bags. I can't help myself; if there is a bag on the floor I have to get in it. I even try to get in bags that have things in them...but I usually don't fit so I just stick my head in. This bag was great because I could see everything that was trying to attack me. Well, that turned out not to be as fun as it sounded. Part of the joy of playing in the bag is the shadows and surprise scratching that you get to attack. I have to play nice with my humans because they are big babies and don't like it when I cut their finger open with my claws. I don't have to play nice with Kosmo unless he cries and we get yelled at..... another big baby.