Here's Leo having a turn.
This bag is not only just my size, but it has some interesting smells.
Hang on, gotta make sure Princess Hissyface isn't coming back to claim it..
Seriously, we're keeping this thing forever, right?
There was a comment on that post from Caren and Cody of Cat Chat to be sure to cut the handles off for safety. Now, I'm one of those people who panics about some stuff and is blahzay about other stuff. For instance, I never liked my sisters kids being farther from me than I could physically reach out and grab them when we were at, say, the zoo, even when they were 9-10 (12-14..) years old but I didn't chase after them with hand sanitizer no matter what they got into. After all, when I was little we made mud pies, drank hose water, cut ourselves on rusty metal toys and lived to tell about it.
So I thought about the straps on the bag, and even went so far as to tell Greg about the comment. He asked if he should cut the handles off. I said no, I doubt they'd have a problem. Besides, I'm not keeping that bag forever anyway.
So wanna guess what happened? Go ahead. I'll give you a minute to think.
La de da de da, la de da de da...
If you guessed that someone got their head stuck in a handle, you'd be right.
If you guessed that it was goofy boy Leo, you'd be wrong.
That's right, prissy, lady-like, precious Star came out of the bag in just the wrong spot and her head went through the handle. Of course the rest of her did not follow.
I want to preface the rest of this by saying that I've had a bad week physically. I'm way past due for shots in my knee and I twisted or snapped or did something to the other one in such a way that I could hardly walk for days. Greg had to take two days off of work to take care of me in fact. I say this so you know why I didn't immediately jump to Star's aid during 'the incident'.
Ok, so Star came out and her head was through the handle. I saw her slowly realize that something was wrong. She tried to get her foot up through the hole too, as if she could come out that way. Did not work. Once her front feet hit the carpet outside the bag, it sort of flipped out behind/over her, almost like a paper turtle shell and the real panic struck.
I cooed to her softly, striving for calm, telling her slow down, you're ok, hang on, as I tried to move. Forget it, girlfriend was not waiting for anything or anyone! Before I could blink, she had pitched herself into the chair behind her and was scrabbling to get up the back of it as well. That didn't work so she started over the arm and onto the side table next to the chair. On this side table is a slender vase with a couple of spent roses in probably stinky old water and a shriveled, desiccated, miniature rose bush in a little pot. I was SURE that Star and her bag were going to take out both of those and my favorite lamp as well. I braced for disaster..
Luckily, disaster did not come! Whew! Somehow she froze for barely a moment, then turned to try going up the back again. And when she did, she moved in just the right way that her head popped out of the handle and she escaped, leaving her clingy paper companion behind!
Once she reached the safety of the back of the chair, she looked down on the now inert bag with hate in her eyes. I had the feeling she'd have chewed that sucker to bits if she wasn't taking refuge on the chair back!
In all, this was over in a matter of less than a minute. Greg had been upstairs and I'd been giving him a play by play, hoping he might be fast enough to get her before I could get to my unsteady feet, and save her, and/or my lamp. He was down soon after everything settled and the first thing he did?
He cut the handles off that bag!
We weren't sure if Star would go back in it again after a fright like that. But my girl is courageous!
No bag is going to get the better of me!
I guess we know WHO cares about my well being and loves me the most, hmm?
Thank you daddy, for fixing this thing for me!
(By the way, Spitty, plenty of room in here for two..)
Caren, Cody, next time we'll listen to you!