So I'm sitting here at my computer when all of a sudden I hear this really loud rustling, like REALLY LOUD. This rustiling is also moving at like 50000 miles an hour, in and out of my room before I can even get a good look at what it is. Turns out Leigh's cat Ronin was apparenly screwing around with a plastic grocery bag and got it around his neck. It's not small enough to choke him, but he couldn't really get it off and proceeded to FREAK THE FUCK OUT!
He did like three laps across the house before we figured out what was going on. On his last lap he jumped about 6' straight up into the air to get on top of my dresser. He didn't quite make it to the dresser so decided to leap over to the nearby bed instead; this is while still in midair, mind you. He didn't make that either, and fell flat on his fuzzy butt. Luckily, by this point all the tearing around the house had pretty much shredded the bag and we managed to yank it off his stupid kitty ass.
He dissapeared under the bed for a while and now he's just peeking his head out to make sure the bag won't get him anymore. I'm sure he'll pretend this never happened too, damn snooty cat.
UPDATE: Guess who's afraid of plastic shopping bags now? And guess who's chasing them around the house with one?
