Sunday, September 9, 2012

Valentine’s Bad Day

Sorry I’ve been quiet recently. Nothing much has been happening. I’ve done chores, read and answered letters and posts, and played games, but nothing happened that seemed worth sharing. {Smile}

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

2 comments:

  1. 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.)

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  2. I 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}

    Valentine 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

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