A “Cat In A Bag” Story
This happened earlier in the week. You may or may not have heard about it already, but here it is again anyway. Actually, it happened a second time two days later…
The other day, I was in my bedroom putting away some laundry when I heard this awful noise coming from out in the hall. It sounded like one very upset howler monkey whipping around inside a tornado of cardboard boxes.
Coming around the corner, I saw this small brown object whirling toward, and then flying down, the stairs.
Somehow, my little Cleo girl got trapped inside – her foot wound around the handle – of a leftover Christmas shopping bag. I’ve never seen random and seemingly unaided paper move through the house at such high rates of speed in my entire life.
When I finally caught her in the kitchen and freed her from the confines of the offending package – I had to hold her down on the table – she just looked at me like it was all my fault. Then she got the hiccups.
This is a picture of her after the fact. She is a little bit stunned and definitely pissed.
Damn you, Zara.
Lesson learned: if you have pets, always cut the handles off your paper shopping bags.