You're the One For Me, Catty

Nobody likes trapped cats...

...except sadistic humans. My human has been acting strange lately. That's not unusual for her, but she's been moving boxes around. She bought a new black bag that looked like a regular human clothes bag. She left it on the living room floor and I could tell something was wrong. She tried to stuff me in there, but I refused. I ran underneath her bed and didn't come out for hours. She ignored me, and when I realized that, I had to go find her and sit next to her. She didn't try to stuff me in the bag again.

The next day, the black bag was still on the floor, but I didn't pay much attention to it. My human went off to work and came back ten hours later. I was waiting by the front door when she opened it. I was hungry and I just woke up from a nap. She picked me up and hugged me, like she was glad to see me. Then, she stuffed me in the black bag before I could resist. "Ha, ha, gotcha," she said. The jerk. She left me in there for ten minutes, trying to get me to stand up and turn around in it. What am I? A circus performer? Then she let me out and fed me. I guess it wasn't so bad.

The bag's still on the floor, though. What's going on?