Laughing so hard it hurts
Sitting here peacefully reading a knitting book, suddenly from upstairs, thunder, then a black blur STREAKING through the front room, up and over the sofa, into and around the dining room, back through the living room and back upstairs - accompanied by loud crumpling and crackling of an orange plastic grocery bag whose handle-hole the black streak - as yet unidentifiable due to speed - had obviously gotten its head through then panicked when Cat couldn't get its head out - the streak, still thundering, the plastic still crackling - came zooming back downstairs to repeat the first lap, with me trying to emit calming reassurances because really, I could see this going on all afternoon with my poor kitty suffering such terrible terror - finally the black blur and orange noise-making poufy thing stopped under the sideboard in the dining room. Part of the sack poufed out from under the sideboard, and a pair of scissors was close to hand, so I pulled gently at the sack and cut away as much as I could. The cat - who I still couldn't ID - stayed frozen under the sideboard, so I moved to the end where there was more space for me to get my hand in, and I gently pulled at the remaining sack part, which THANK GOODNESS now came away easily. Then, finally, I saw Adams slinking toward the kitchen from the front room, so it was O'Keefe who'd so traumatized herself. I don't know where she got those bags (it was 2 or 3 nested inside one another) but leave it to her to find them.
As I got up to throw the plastic away I started laughing, finally, and I could hardly get up, I was laughing so hard. I hope she isn't offended, I couldn't help it. She looked like Snooch on one of his insane escapades.
As I got up to throw the plastic away I started laughing, finally, and I could hardly get up, I was laughing so hard. I hope she isn't offended, I couldn't help it. She looked like Snooch on one of his insane escapades.