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Christy likes to open doors and get into small spaces. Today she got into the sink cupboard, where I store my plastic bags, and into the box where they're kept. The next thing I knew, she was running frantically around the house with the handle of a plastic bag round her neck! She was scared to death and bouncing around like a pinball; Tiny was chasing her; and Baby was running away with her tail puffed up like a pipe cleaner. I tried to catch her and couldn't; but the bag caught on something, and most of it ripped away.
Christy was in a quivering little ball under the dresser; Baby was freaked out and hissing at nothing; and Tiny wanted to sink his claws into something--anything!--which was making things even worse. Finally, after I removed the remaining bag from poor Christy, I resorted to drugging the whole lot of them with catnip.
Christy has come out of her hiding spot--I am so amazed at her!--and decided to sit in the space between my computer desk and the wall instead. Tiny is calm and perched on top of my chair. Baby has returned to surveying the neighborhood. And I am making plans to get a cat-proof container for my plastic bags!
Christy was in a quivering little ball under the dresser; Baby was freaked out and hissing at nothing; and Tiny wanted to sink his claws into something--anything!--which was making things even worse. Finally, after I removed the remaining bag from poor Christy, I resorted to drugging the whole lot of them with catnip.
Christy has come out of her hiding spot--I am so amazed at her!--and decided to sit in the space between my computer desk and the wall instead. Tiny is calm and perched on top of my chair. Baby has returned to surveying the neighborhood. And I am making plans to get a cat-proof container for my plastic bags!