Sadie loves being anywhere that she shouldn’t be.
Cats love bags. Bags are one of Sadie’s favourite places to sit, most bags are relatively safe and harmless, you can jump in and sit there quite safely watching the household carry on with it’s day with absolutely no danger to yourself, hardly a fur out of place. You can even take a catnap in a bag.
But some bags just don’t play fair, this particular bag was one of those lightweight crackly, crunchy ones. Brilliant to rush into like an Formula 1 driver, slam the brakes on and skid across the floor pouncing with both front feet as you slide to an ungraceful stop rustling and swishing into the wall.
The game was perfect until Sadie tried to leave. Fast. Through the wrong hole!
Then it all went horribly wrong. Her head was out of one of the handle holes. One front leg was out of the same hole. But the rest of her body was out of another hole. In effect she was wearing the bag around her neck and under one armpit.
There was no escape. The bag followed her closely, cracking, rustling, chasing her! It flapped, it fluttered with her every movement, speeding her on ever faster than before. Bouncing off the dining room walls with the bag now flapping loudly as she ran even faster. Sadie had a hunted look in her eyes and was making a lot of noise every time she moved, taking her racing bag loudly, inevitably with her round and round the room.
Enter daughter (Sadie’s official owner, proud first kitten handler)
Mummy, mummy, mummy! Do something! Stop her!
She shouted.
Unfortunately by this time I have to admit (bad child mother, bad cat mother that I was) I was laughing hysterically. Doubled up. I couldn’t stop. The noise from the bag. The speed of the cat. Just the whole ridiculous situation (maybe you had to be there to fully understand, but it still amuses me to this day)
Anyway I managed to pull myself together and stop laughing long enough to finally catch the whizzing, flapping, terrified, bag chased cat, and separate her from her bag. Needless to say daughter and cat were not happy with me, somehow it had all turned out to be my fault.
Disclaimer; lesson learned, we made sure that we always picked up and put away our crackly bags as soon as we had taken the shopping out after that day.
I don’t have a photo of that dramatic episode because I was too busy laughing and then trying to catch her, but here are some safe bag pics of her in one of her favourite places.
Sadie's cat blog. 