Poor Meep. ;) She's the Rodney Dangerfield of kitties. Once, when she was very young, she got her head stuck in a plastic bag she got out of the garbage. I kept hearing this weird crinkling sound, and came out to investigate. There she was, crouched like a gargoyle on the arm of the sofa, head shoved into the bag so deeply her nostrils were causing it to adhere on every inhale.

Was she scraping at it? No. Was she fighting it? NO. She was crouching there, waiting to die of carbon dioxide poisoning.

I removed the bag, patted her, and pitied her.