Friday, something finally happened. Valentine, my cat,
wishes it hadn’t, but it did. {spread hands, smile}
After Dad and I ran an errand, I left a small paper bag
on the counter, meaning to check with my parents before I threw it away.
A short while later, while I was Dad heard banging in the
kitchen. He wondered what was wrong, but he was busy reading on the bed. Next
thing he knew, Valentine wandered in from the kitchen with this small paper bag
stuck over his head. He was walking around, banging into the bed and other
things because he couldn’t see thru the bag. Dad got up to help when he
realized the problem, and started to follow Valentine. Dad caught up with
Valentine in the dining room. He quickly snatched the bag off Valentine’s head.
Valentine promptly yowled loudly several times. We aren’t sure whether he was
protesting the bag, or the speed with which Dad took it off, but he made it
very clear he wasn’t happy with the situation!
I came to check on the yowling as soon as I could. By
then, Dad had crumpled up the bag and tossed it so this couldn’t happen again;
it was too small for most uses anyway. Dad was worried Valentine had hurt
himself banging into things, but once he stopped yowling, he acted pretty
normal. So I guess this had a happy ending. I do plan to be more careful with
bags in the future. {Smile}
Anne Elizabeth Baldwin
Oh no, poor Valentine. That must have looked funny (though it was too bad for the poor cat.) I'm glad he was alright. Valentine is a great name for a cat. (Our cat is named Banjo.)
ReplyDeleteI was thinking the same thing: it's funny as long as it had a happy ending, and it did. Dad got the bag off, and Val wasn't hurt. {Smile}
ReplyDeleteValentine got his name partly because we got him on Valentine's Day. It also was Mom's father's name, and Val was his nickname, too. Dad and I suspect that's part of why she suddenly, with no real advance warning, annouced early on Valentine's Day that she wanted to go to the Humane Society and pick out a kitten that day. We'd been discussing it for weeks, with no indication of when we'd actually do it. Then all of a sudden she wanted to do it on that day. They had one kitten, a boy who was being bullied by the adult cats sharing his cage. Mom immediately wanted to get him to rescue him from those nasty bullies, and quickly suggested naming him Valentine and calling him Val. There, she mentioned Grandfather a lot. Since, she mainly mentions Valentine's Day... but Dad and I keep mentioning Grandfather. We figure he had to be involved. {SMILE}
Anne Elizabeth Baldwin