All Things Woompty

Yet another cat story

So we all know we have these three cats, right? And we all know Kevin and I totally anthropomorphize them and give them stupid nicknames like Teeny Bean and Fatty Fatpants and Mr. Boobers. Of course, that means you all know that they are all nutty and I talk about them way too much and you know what? That's cool. I don't mind being That Woman who talks about her cats all the time. Because my cats are awesome and also hilarious and the world should not be robbed of moments like the one that happened today.

See, last night was the first time Vivi really got into the whole "let's play in the paper shopping bag" thing. It was very cute, watching her dart in and out and let us carry her around like a sack of potatoes (seriously, why did we buy her a carrier if I could just as easily take her to the vet in a Trader Joe's bag?). But this morning was when the awesome happened.

Yes, she got her head stuck in the handle of the bag. Yes, it freaked her out when she started running away and it followed her. And yes, we stood in the middle of the living room laughing our asses off so hard we almost peed our pants as our kitten tore around the entire apartment like her ass was on fire (bedroom to living room to kitchen, repeat), scaring the other cats as well as herself. I mean, she was going too fast for us to catch her so really, laughing was our only option until she finally lost steam and huddled in a corner, terrified and waiting for us to rescue her.

I have to say, it's pretty much in the Top 5 ways to start your morning off right. But something tells me she won't be playing in any more bags anytime soon.

posted by Melinda @ 4:04 PM