Why Paper Bags with Handles aren't Allowed here anymore ...
So, my husband and I are students and we walk to and from school because our apartment in a mile away. We were talking and decided we wanted pizza for dinner. Since he had his bike with him, he rode home and was going to get the pizza I was calling in. I keep walking, keep walking. About 5 minutes from home, he calls me and say GET HOME NOW. I'm thinking the worst, one of the cats died, someone broke into our apartment, the cats escaped. I'm running (uphill nonetheless), huffing and puffing, saying prayers the whole way. I get inside, and he's recounts the story:
He walks in the apartment, finds Molly laying on the couch, wonders why Mysti isn't in her favorite chair. Goes to put two soda cans in the fridge for dinner, and here's this sad, scared meowing. So, he's looking all over the place for Mysti and finds her sitting on top of the fridge, stuck between the wall and the stand mixer, with her face towards the back wall (like she was put in the corner for a time out), unable to turn herself around. He grabs her and puts her down on the floor and, fortunately, says to himself that this is weird. He decides to check on Molly and finds one of those paper bags with one of those paper handles wrapped around her neck, the bag is torn to bits and she's just resigned herself to not move anymore. (Don't worry, no cats were harmed, at least physically, in the making of this story.) He has to cut the handle off and she is relieved to be free.
So, as I walk in, he walks out to get the pizza after telling me that part of the story. I'm trying to be concerned, but it's really hilarious. Mysti's eying Molly, won't come within a few feet of her. I put Mysti and her dinner in the one room and close the door because she won't even go near Molly while eating. (And I closely inspected both cats for any cuts, broken bones, or pain - none found.) I start to check out the apartment and find that one of the cats wet herself on my bed. <sigh> I change the bedding and disinfect the mattress.
Here's what I think happened: Whenever we've tried to put the harness on Molly and the leash, she will run around like a banshee until she wraps the leash around something and gets caught. She's freaked out by it. I believe that Molly was messing with the bag, got the handle wrapped around her (this wasn't the first time a bag like this was around, we leave them out frequently for the cats with no problems before), and started tearing around the apartment like a banshee. Mysti, who was peacefully sleeping on our bed, heard the noise and panicked and wet herself. Molly probably was tearing all over our three room apartment, hence the shredded bag, and Mysti decided to get up on the safest place she knew of, on top of the fridge. But she hadn't counted on getting stuck there because she couldn't turn around. Eventually, Molly gave up and laid down, figuring someone would come save.
After recounting this to my mother, I just couldn't stop laughing. All of the trouble my little baby had caused! Needless to say, now they get the bags but my husband cuts the handles off.
Longtime kitty mommy:
Molly - Calico shorthair
Mysti - Tortie shorthair
Both were pound puppies, but I rescued them!
I also have a turtle named Michelangelo.