Cats and bags.
Our cats love bags. They want to get on, in, under, any bag that is placed on the floor. Everything that comes into the house is for the cats, therefore any bag must be a cat toy. Ee bring in bags of logs, and the cats are all over them, and trying to get in them. If we leave a carrier bag on the floor for a second after removing the shopping, it has become a cat hidey hold.
We keep a couple of 5kg feed bags in the kitchen, full of stuff for the Girls. One usually has mixed corn in, and one has some other variant of non heating treat. The 5kg bags are compact in size, and are light enough to move around easily. When empty, we refill them from 20kg bags in the metal feed bins in MyShed.
We give a small amount of corn late afternoon, as it helps keep the Girls warm overnight. We usually put it in hanging pecking feeders, so it takes them a while to eat it. This afternoon I emptied the last of one of the bags into a jug, and went out to top up the Girls' feed. I left the bag on the floor, planning to come and get it and refill it when I'd seen to the Girls.
I came back in, followed by Lewis. He was in a Tiggerish mood and had been pouncing on me all down the path. In the kitchen, he pounced on the empty bag, and then tried to get in it. I chuckled. Daft cat.And then he tried to reverse out of the bag.
Unfortunately, his head had gone through the handle when he put his head in the bag, so the handle was now around his neck like a necklace. When he backed out, the bag handle was still round his neck, And the bag handle was attached to the bag, He shook his head, and the bag made whatever loud sound large papery bags do.
Lewis panicked.
I tried to stop him and calm him down, but he ran. Of course, the bag clung round his neck and was banging up and down on the floor as he ran. He skidded round a corner, and the bag ballooned around the side as it followed him round. I kept my voice calm, but he wasn't listening.
He ran up the stairs, still with the bag around his neck. The bag thudded menacingly on every step. He was in full blind panic at this point, because the monster that had hold of him was still clinging on. He ran into the bedroom and skidded across the floor, still being attacked by the Klingon bag around his neck.
He turned and tried to run again. By this time, I was upstairs and DH had managed to get in the doorway, blocking his exit. DH grabbed Lewis as he tried to run past, and held him. He managed to get the bag off.
From the safety of his Dad's arms, Lewis stared at me in bewilderment. He had a real feline "Wtf?" look on his face. Evidently it was my fault.
He's now having reassuring Daddy cuddles.
