Supercat!!
Just as the “sheep” incident, I absolutely can’t describe this in a way as to convey how FRIGGIN’ HILARIOUS it was.
And, yet, I will try anyway. I’m stubborn like that.
Last night I was opening a present from my best friend (thanks Jen!) at home. She’d cleverly turned one of those brown paper lunch bags into a gift bag by covering it with pretty paper on two sides, stamping it and using coordinating tissue paper.
I took out the loot and set the bag on the floor beside me. Sylvester immediately pushed her head inside up past her armpits. Now, this isn’t unusual. Our cats, as all cats, love bags and boxes. They must investigate. We’ve been known to leave paper bags lying on our floor for weeks, just so they can take turns getting inside while the other one pounces on their head aggressively. They love it, and we, for obvious comic relief reasons, shamelessly encourage it.
The funny part about what happened last night is the size disparity. When Sylvester was little she could have climbed in the tiny lunch bag, turned around and laid down, peering out like it was her own personal cave. Now that she’s nearly full grown, but still thinks she’s a kitten, she had to really cram herself in to get inside that far.
Plus, the momentum of pushing herself inside carried her halfway across the room on her first attempt. Head and front legs inside the bag and back legs scrambling in her mad mission to get ALL THE WAY INSIDE. My screeches of laughter and “Chad, look, look!” must have encouraged her because she emerged, blinked at me, and tried it a second time. But the third time was her crowning glory.
Yes, my cat is a rocket scientist. Yes, she knowingly and willingly shoved her head inside a paper bag three times. Yes, she ran across the room and shumucked her head against the wall with a bag on her head. Yes, I laughed at her until my sides hurt.
And, yet, I will try anyway. I’m stubborn like that.
Last night I was opening a present from my best friend (thanks Jen!) at home. She’d cleverly turned one of those brown paper lunch bags into a gift bag by covering it with pretty paper on two sides, stamping it and using coordinating tissue paper.
I took out the loot and set the bag on the floor beside me. Sylvester immediately pushed her head inside up past her armpits. Now, this isn’t unusual. Our cats, as all cats, love bags and boxes. They must investigate. We’ve been known to leave paper bags lying on our floor for weeks, just so they can take turns getting inside while the other one pounces on their head aggressively. They love it, and we, for obvious comic relief reasons, shamelessly encourage it.
The funny part about what happened last night is the size disparity. When Sylvester was little she could have climbed in the tiny lunch bag, turned around and laid down, peering out like it was her own personal cave. Now that she’s nearly full grown, but still thinks she’s a kitten, she had to really cram herself in to get inside that far.
Plus, the momentum of pushing herself inside carried her halfway across the room on her first attempt. Head and front legs inside the bag and back legs scrambling in her mad mission to get ALL THE WAY INSIDE. My screeches of laughter and “Chad, look, look!” must have encouraged her because she emerged, blinked at me, and tried it a second time. But the third time was her crowning glory.
Yes, my cat is a rocket scientist. Yes, she knowingly and willingly shoved her head inside a paper bag three times. Yes, she ran across the room and shumucked her head against the wall with a bag on her head. Yes, I laughed at her until my sides hurt.
posted by HealthyHappyHolly at 10:33 AM
