Somebody had to do it. The bags were getting unruly; a handle sticking out here and a bag bottom there. The bag of bags didn't stand a chance.
Bowie was the first to subdue the bags, getting right in the midst of the pile and tossing and shredding. Sunnie came along to finish the job.
Both of them finished off the bag of bags by strewing the entrails far and wide.
Fini. Fait accompli. The bags are officially dead. And on the seventh day, the cats rested.