So, I was working on setting up my new humidifier for my hermit crabs. Autumn, ever the curious kitty (you know that saying about curiosity and cats?) decided the Lowe's shopping back the stuff came out of bore investigation. So... She investigated. And the loop got hooked on her collar. Which freaked her out, so she ran. And it, of course, chased her. Which freaked her out more. She did catrobatics I have never seen- my living room curtains will never be the same again and she almost tipped over my 55 gallon aquarium. I finally got her to stop and got the bag off of her (with plenty of claw punctures to prove my bravery). She made sounds I have only heard a Siamese make (she's a DSH)- the weird sort of talking sound. I saw, for the first time, a cat with a bottlebrush tail and the big floofy fur on the back. She was plainly terrified. I talked sweet to her and let her go calm herself in her favorite place- the laundry hamper.
Then I laughed because, in retrospect, it /was/ kinda funny... Does that make me terrible?
Then I laughed because, in retrospect, it /was/ kinda funny... Does that make me terrible?