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Silly and the Evil Bag Monster
The girls have always loved playing with plastic grocery bags and I
usually let them - they love to sit on the rustly plastic, or to wrestle with one of their toys on or under the bag. There usually isn't any problem with the handles - Tessica's skinny enough to walk right through, and Scouty had a brief encounter with the Evil Bag Monster last year that taught her a valuable lesson so she doesn't try to stick her head through the handle of the bag... Today it was Silver's turn. Poor baby. I just unpacked the kibble and was standing in the kitchen packing it away into the kibble container, when she jumped up onto the coffee table and started sniffing at the Petco bags. They must have smelt very interesting, because she was absolutely intrigued by them. So intrigued that she stuck her head through the handle... uhoh. Before I could say 'Silly, that's really not a good idea' she was streaking through the house with a bag hanging around her neck! I tried to intercept her, but she darted past me and into the craft room, where she met Tessica and Scouty and scared the living daylights out of them too! All three cats scattered and Silver darted back into the livingroom, almost knocked over the floor lamp, and ran under the dining table. I pulled the chairs out to try and reach her to remove the bag, but she darted between my legs again, and across the livingroom to hide behind John's chair. Behind the chair is one of her favourite 'safe spots' and she felt secure enough there to stop running... and since she wasn't running any more the bag stopped rustling and she just crouched there with her eyes wide as saucers. I grabbed a handful of her favourite kibble and took it over to her, and slid the side table away from the wall so I could crouch down. Then I put the kibble down in front of her, reached in and slid the bag off, and left her to soothe her battered pride. Poor baby... I just hope that she's learnt her lesson! And I'll try to be better about keeping the Evil Bag Monsters out of her reach... |
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"Karen AKA Kajikit" wrote in message ... The girls have always loved playing with plastic grocery bags and I usually let them - they love to sit on the rustly plastic, or to wrestle with one of their toys on or under the bag. There usually isn't any problem with the handles - Tessica's skinny enough to walk right through, and Scouty had a brief encounter with the Evil Bag Monster last year that taught her a valuable lesson so she doesn't try to stick her head through the handle of the bag... Today it was Silver's turn. Poor baby. I just unpacked the kibble and was standing in the kitchen packing it away into the kibble container, when she jumped up onto the coffee table and started sniffing at the Petco bags. They must have smelt very interesting, because she was absolutely intrigued by them. So intrigued that she stuck her head through the handle... uhoh. Before I could say 'Silly, that's really not a good idea' she was streaking through the house with a bag hanging around her neck! I tried to intercept her, but she darted past me and into the craft room, where she met Tessica and Scouty and scared the living daylights out of them too! All three cats scattered and Silver darted back into the livingroom, almost knocked over the floor lamp, and ran under the dining table. I pulled the chairs out to try and reach her to remove the bag, but she darted between my legs again, and across the livingroom to hide behind John's chair. Behind the chair is one of her favourite 'safe spots' and she felt secure enough there to stop running... and since she wasn't running any more the bag stopped rustling and she just crouched there with her eyes wide as saucers. I grabbed a handful of her favourite kibble and took it over to her, and slid the side table away from the wall so I could crouch down. Then I put the kibble down in front of her, reached in and slid the bag off, and left her to soothe her battered pride. Poor baby... I just hope that she's learnt her lesson! And I'll try to be better about keeping the Evil Bag Monsters out of her reach... Rusty must had a bad experience before I adopted him. If I even so much as shake a plastic bag making a noise, he will run away from me. Winnie |
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Karen AKA Kajikit wrote in
: Poor baby... I just hope that she's learnt her lesson! And I'll try to be better about keeping the Evil Bag Monsters out of her reach... Poor Silver! The kitties do so hate to look bad, don't they? You know, I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for her to take a lesson from it. I once inadvertently shut Doc into the freezer. As close as I can figure it, he was in there about half an hour, before I heard the 'meow'. You'd think that would be a learning experience, wouldn't you? But he still tries to get into the freezer at every opportunity. Oops, I should have said, 'a learning experience for him', because it was most definitely a learning experience for me. That was two years ago, and I haven't shut the freezer door since without checking to see if there's a cat in there. Chak -- In a rational society we would want our presidents to be teachers. In our actual society, we insist they be cheerleaders. --Steve Allen |
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On 17 Apr 2006 19:25:34 GMT, Chakolate
wrote: Karen AKA Kajikit wrote in : Poor baby... I just hope that she's learnt her lesson! And I'll try to be better about keeping the Evil Bag Monsters out of her reach... Poor Silver! The kitties do so hate to look bad, don't they? You know, I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for her to take a lesson from it. I once inadvertently shut Doc into the freezer. As close as I can figure it, he was in there about half an hour, before I heard the 'meow'. You'd think that would be a learning experience, wouldn't you? But he still tries to get into the freezer at every opportunity. Oops, I should have said, 'a learning experience for him', because it was most definitely a learning experience for me. That was two years ago, and I haven't shut the freezer door since without checking to see if there's a cat in there. Oh no! Poor baby! There aren't supposed to be any cats in our kitchen but Tessie still tries to sneak up behind me when I open the refrigerator, just in case there's something interesting in there. Silver sulked behind the chair for half an hour, and then I lured her out with some ham |
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Chakolate wrote:
I once inadvertently shut Doc into the freezer. As close as I can figure it, he was in there about half an hour, before I heard the 'meow'. You'd think that would be a learning experience, wouldn't you? But he still tries to get into the freezer at every opportunity. Oops, I should have said, 'a learning experience for him', because it was most definitely a learning experience for me. EEK! You must have been horrified! Thank god you heard the meow. Joyce |
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Karen AKA Kajikit wrote:
The girls have always loved playing with plastic grocery bags and I usually let them - they love to sit on the rustly plastic, or to wrestle with one of their toys on or under the bag. There usually isn't any problem with the handles - Tessica's skinny enough to walk right through, and Scouty had a brief encounter with the Evil Bag Monster last year that taught her a valuable lesson so she doesn't try to stick her head through the handle of the bag... Today it was Silver's turn. Poor baby. I just unpacked the kibble and was standing in the kitchen packing it away into the kibble container, when she jumped up onto the coffee table and started sniffing at the Petco bags. They must have smelt very interesting, because she was absolutely intrigued by them. So intrigued that she stuck her head through the handle... uhoh. Before I could say 'Silly, that's really not a good idea' she was streaking through the house with a bag hanging around her neck! I tried to intercept her, but she darted past me and into the craft room, where she met Tessica and Scouty and scared the living daylights out of them too! All three cats scattered and Silver darted back into the livingroom, almost knocked over the floor lamp, and ran under the dining table. I pulled the chairs out to try and reach her to remove the bag, but she darted between my legs again, and across the livingroom to hide behind John's chair. Behind the chair is one of her favourite 'safe spots' and she felt secure enough there to stop running... and since she wasn't running any more the bag stopped rustling and she just crouched there with her eyes wide as saucers. I grabbed a handful of her favourite kibble and took it over to her, and slid the side table away from the wall so I could crouch down. Then I put the kibble down in front of her, reached in and slid the bag off, and left her to soothe her battered pride. Poor baby... I just hope that she's learnt her lesson! And I'll try to be better about keeping the Evil Bag Monsters out of her reach... I had a similar situation with Ivy (RB) years ago - except this was much worse - there were still items in the bag! She ran amock throughout the house, trailing things (fortunately none more breakable than a can of Pringles), and it took me about 15 minutes to corral her in the bedroom (under the bed, where else?) and grabbed the bag, and she unceremoniously walked out of it! |
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Chakolate wrote:
Silver sulked behind the chair for half an hour, and then I lured her out with some ham It's a good thing cats have such poor memories - she's prolly already forgotten it. On the other hand, if they've forgotten it, then they'll probably repeat it! I never leave plastic bags around, not so much because of the Evil Bag Monster (which hasn't ever happened to any of my cats), but because I have some idea that one of them might suffocate while playing with it. That's probably unrealistic for most cats, except kittens, but I'm a little neurotic I guess. I also think that Roxy and Licky might be tempted to chomp on the bag - some of the things they like to eat are downright weird! Joyce |
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I automatically tie a knot in the middle of plastic bags as soon as I
take their contents out, because I'm worried about the cats getting in them too. (Also, they don't fly around that way and are easier to keep in another bag.) We have an Evil Box that jumps out at kitties when they aren't looking (because it contains another kitty). It also catches socks in its claw if they walk by at just the right time. It also dive-bombs the dog when she comes in after her walk. Cantate |
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On 18 Apr 2006 00:47:03 -0700, "Cantate" wrote:
I automatically tie a knot in the middle of plastic bags as soon as I take their contents out, because I'm worried about the cats getting in them too. (Also, they don't fly around that way and are easier to keep in another bag.) We have an Evil Box that jumps out at kitties when they aren't looking (because it contains another kitty). It also catches socks in its claw if they walk by at just the right time. It also dive-bombs the dog when she comes in after her walk. ah the evil box... I've had visitors who don't really know me ask if I was moving, as I always seem to have a collection of boxes scattered around LOL Speaking of boxes that seem to have a life of their own reminds me of one of the earliest stories I posted here. Here's that story and it can be found at http://www.flippyscatpage.com/windyday.html "Windy Day -or- The Attack of the Cardboard Box Southeastern Oklahoma is noted for it's windy day, and today is living up to that reputation. On windy days, even when the temperature is comfortable like it was this afternoon, Little Bit is not the least interested in going out. She prefers to lay in front of the patio door with the door open and the screen door closed. A perfect basking spot, as the afternoon sun shines in. Sammy has a new toy, small cardboard box, with a belled ball inside. It's great for shoving around the apartment. Sam has been playing with the box for a half hour and has shoved it against the screen door. That's when the unthinkable happens. The box has had enough, and attacks! It suddenly leaps halfway across the living room. Scares the bejesus out of two cats. Little Bit retreats to the computer desk for protection. stands in front of the monitor and watches for another attack. Sam scurries out of the room and watches from the bedroom doorway. Neither understand what I find so funny. After watching the box carefully for a while they demand to know why I'm laughing. Eventually (once I can control my laughter) I gather them up and reassure them. Once reassured, Sam pounces on the box and tears it into three pieces. Copyright © Steve Touchstone March 5, 2003" -- Steve Touchstone, faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Spot with loving memories of Rocky (RB) [remove Junk for email] Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html |
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