There IS a cat in the bag

The other day Michelle and I bumped into another foreigner who works in town. We were having a nice chat along the road when I noticed this one couple look at us as they walked by. They were carrying a bag, the sort of plastic bag which has the most unlikely decoration on the outside and is used for everything. They were certainly using it. They wheeled around and came up to us and started saying something. It was in Russian, and since we don't know that language all we could do was smile and speak Kazak. Suddenly the woman, who was doing the talking, grabbed the bag the man was holding, held it up a little and shook it. From within came a plaintive meow. There was a cat in that bag. A kitten to be precise. They were walking around trying to give away, or maybe sell, a little kitten. It was a funny, and sad, sight to see the bag wriggling as they walked away.