I got home from work and noticed the house was cold. So I decided to go downstairs and gathered some wood. I came back upstairs and set the wood down by the fireplace...which scared Zipper.
Zipper was contently napping by the fireplace when I set the wood down. He awoke with a start and stuck his head through the handle of a holiday gift bag laying next to him; this scared him more. So he started to run. He jumped through the legs of the TV table which snagged the bag and scared him again. By now he was in about 6th gear, the bag still connected to his neck.
A small piece tore off and he rocketed behind the recliner where the bag smacked the wall, which scared him more. Like a bullet he shot across the front room, bag still partially in tow, toward the bedroom and the safety of the bed, bits of bag bouncing behind him, which of course, scared him more. All I saw as he came past me, was a white missile rocketing toward the bedroom and apparently one more piece of the bag couldn't hang on anymore and it stopped at my feet.
As the Zipp-Zipp rocket speed toward the bedroom I lost sight of him as he dove under the bed, I looked up to see just exactly what happened and saw Pyro sitting calmly in the window with a look on her face like, "Daddy, what's his problem?"
Only when Savannah got home could we catch the startled Zip and remove what was left of the bag from around his neck. He still looks like he may be traumatized. 
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1 comment:
Hehehehehe poor kitty
He'll never like paper bags again.
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