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just as jack and i settled in to watch a DVD tonight, angus decided to open my front hall closet and poke around. he does this all the time -- slides open the closet door and roots around in the plastic bags (i keep a bag full of store plastic bags in there) until i yell at him to quit the racket. tonight, though, he started playing around with the bags, and then all hell broke loose. seems that he poked his head through one of the bags' handles and got stuck... and he rocketed out of the closet, completely freaked out that he was being "chased" by a big rustling plastic bag that had him by the waist.
jack and i tried to catch him but couldn't, he just careened at full speed all around the house... banging into walls, knocking over lamps, wild-eyed and desperate. finally jack managed to get a grip on the bag as angus bolted up the stairs... and the bag finally ripped free as the poor kitty tore himself away. almost immediately jack and i were hit with the stench of cat urine -- and it was EVERYWHERE. poor little guy was so terrified, he'd peed as he ran. and it wasn't regular cat pee, this was terrified male cat pee so it was STRONG. so i grabbed my swiffer wet mop, and swiffered the entire downstairs.
it's almost 2 hours later, and he's still pretty keyed up... i've been keeping an eye on him, because with his heart murmur that kind of excitement isn't good. i think he's just on edge at this point, and nursing a bloody claw that he must have split when he dug into the hardwood floors to get traction as he ran. poor baby. but i'll be sleeping with one eye open tonight, to make sure he's really ok.
jack and i tried to catch him but couldn't, he just careened at full speed all around the house... banging into walls, knocking over lamps, wild-eyed and desperate. finally jack managed to get a grip on the bag as angus bolted up the stairs... and the bag finally ripped free as the poor kitty tore himself away. almost immediately jack and i were hit with the stench of cat urine -- and it was EVERYWHERE. poor little guy was so terrified, he'd peed as he ran. and it wasn't regular cat pee, this was terrified male cat pee so it was STRONG. so i grabbed my swiffer wet mop, and swiffered the entire downstairs.
it's almost 2 hours later, and he's still pretty keyed up... i've been keeping an eye on him, because with his heart murmur that kind of excitement isn't good. i think he's just on edge at this point, and nursing a bloody claw that he must have split when he dug into the hardwood floors to get traction as he ran. poor baby. but i'll be sleeping with one eye open tonight, to make sure he's really ok.
