When you live alone in a house…every noise sounds
creepy. Especially a new house that you
just moved into. However…after a while
you get accustomed to certain noises and they don’t bother you anymore.
When you have a cat, this happens sooner. Cats prowl at night. The hunt too…even if there’s nothing to
hunt. They race around the house and
knock things over and make noise. Cats
are insane. So there are noises we have
learned to ignore because it’s “just the cat”.
However…some noises you will still get up and check
out…because they just sound too scary.
Which brings us to this morning at 6AM.
My husband heard the cat tearing around the house earlier
than that but ignored it as her typical behavior. However…a little after 6, we hear quite a big
crash as if she had really crashed into something. Well, she does this. We have a sliding glass door and our
neighborhood has lots of other cats, so she has been known to crash into the
door trying to fight other cats. We were
awake, but not out of bed yet so we were startled but just considered it her
usual, silly behavior. A few minutes
later, we heard another crash and some really horrible cat noises like she was
literally fighting another cat. It was
an awful sound. That time it was just
too nerve wracking because the crash sounded like someone breaking into the
house. So we actually got up to see what
was happening.
In the living room, we found a couple of empty bags of
rice cake snacks. I had collected them
in a small plastic bag to throw them away but it hadn’t made it to the
trash. We also found little rice cake
snack bits all over the living room.
Behind the couch, in front of the couch, down the hall way and in my craft
room. They were everywhere. Our assumption was that she had dug into the
trash bag and tried to eat the remnants of the rice snacks and gotten her head
stuck in the bag and then torn around the house trying to get it off…thus
spilling crumbs all over. ALL OVER.
What we did NOT find…was the cat. We looked for her in all of her usual hiding
spots and could not find her. We shook
the treat bottle which rarely fails to get her to come out of a hiding spot…but
still no cat. We looked for quite some
time. Finally, I had to give up and go
get into the shower.
When I got out of the shower and got dressed, I decided
I’d go look for her again to see if she had calmed down from whatever trauma
she had experienced so she would come out.
I had looked twice behind the bookshelf but I kept feeling drawn back
over to it. So I moved her little cat
sleeping/playing tent and the curtain…and finally found her. Her eyes were huge and she looked
terrified. There was a plastic Hobby
Lobby bag with one of it’s handles hanging loosely around her neck. She looked at me with a mixture of guilt and
exhausted terror. I had to laugh…even
though I felt bad for her. I tore the
bag to easily get it off and moved everything so I could get to her and pet
her. She just sat there and looked at
me. It was so sad.
She had apparently gotten into the plastic bag I’d used
to collect some trash…and gotten her head caught in it…I don’t know how long
she was stuck or how long she thrashed about and tore through the house trying
to get it off. But I’m sure everywhere
she ran, she felt like the bag was chasing her.
Which is horribly sad and slightly hysterical.
I suppose we both learned something today. I should not leave plastic bags where she can
get to them. And she should not dig in
plastic bags trying to eat people food.
For the record, I petted her, soothed her, checked to
make sure she hadn’t hurt herself and gave her a treat. She was a little traumatized but she’s
fine. I’m sure she is at home, sleeping
it off.
Now if I could just be at home with her and sleeping it
off…life would be much better.
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