Plus a kitty hiding underneath our bed for about an hour (which, for her, is like 7 3/4 months in purgatory.)
Momma ? I know you know what this looks/sounds like.
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Anyhow, I keep all the kitty toys in a big paper shopping bag in the corner in our bedroom. They have been there for months because it's easy to grab something out of there, play with the kitties, and then just toss it back in the sack when they get tired.
A couple of nights ago, Kismet apparently got a little curious about the toy smells in that lovely bag. (She loves bags of any kind, paper, plastic, suitcases, whatever, so this wasn't really a concern. Evidence below. =D) She nosed around and made the bag crackle but, again, this is pretty normal behavior.
What ended up being our first indication that something might be wrong was a small, sleek, black LIGHTNING BOLT -- fleeing for her life out of our bedroom, dragging the sack WITH HER. She had gotten her head stuck inside one of the handles and was skedaddling as fast as her four little paws would go.
All we heard was the sack rustling behind her and the thumpity-thump of terrified feline. And then -- we heard the crashing. Up and down the stairs. Smashity-whack, thumpity-run.
Before I could stop and figure out what just happened, she reappeared in the bedroom, again at a dead run. Again, with the sack still ON HER. CHASING HER ! Eeeee.
She came to rest, hiding underneath our bed, having ripped the handle OUT OF THE BAG. Bag was underneath the bed with her, but she was SAFE. Phew !
It took us another ten minutes to quit laughing DIRECTLY at her, even after we made sure that she was okay (no bones broken, no blood, everything intact except her kitty pride.)
Poor baby. *snort*
I felt terrible for her -- at least until I saw EVERY TOY THEY OWN scattered to hell and gone all over the landing AND STAIRS. Yeah, that took a while to clean up.
Thoughts ?
2 comments:
I am squirting tears from laughing so hard. Have had that experience except did not have the stairs. Leeper got her head thru the handle of a crunchy bag and tore thru the living room and kitchen into the den before I could catch up with her and get it off. Do understand completely and can visualize he entire episode. ha ha ha ha ha ha
It took me awhile to comment because I had to clean up the Chai Tea Latte that I spit on my keyboard because I was laughing so hard at the visual.
I live in the same house with Lucky (who adores bags and boxes) so I have seen the above mentioned black streak before.
*still giggling*
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