Well, yesterday I did that just a bit too vigorously and to mine and Dave's astonishment, the pouch ripped open mid shake and went winging over my head and across the kitchen.

It seemed to take forever to land and when it did, there was cat food up the walls, on the floor, up the back door and on the doorstep.....and in my hair, yuk!
I was still finding Sheba with chicken high up the walls last night.

I won't be doing that again in a hurry. But Dave did get his lunch.....then walked away from it. 'Sigh'