Our family had a bit of excitement last week. After a long day of sitting in the sun at a peace festival tableing for Kucinich, I was exhausted and fell right to sleep while Blah was out at the store. I woke up to hear a loud commotion that sounded like our three bookcases falling over, but I was too tired to acknowledge anything. Blah got up and I hear more ruckus, still don't care cuz I'm sleepin, dangit. Then I hear him calling for me. I bolt out of bed and head out to the living room sincerely hoping he's not calling me to fight off a robber.
I come out and he's standing by our slider begging for help. I have no idea what's going on. I'm just glad nothing seems too out of sorts. That's when I see poor little Girl Scout mixed up in the blinds with a plastic bag. Blah picked her up and I tore off the bag. Apparently it had gotten hooked on her leg and she was running around for dear life, wetting herself in the process. When I got to her she was completely out of steam.
We cleaned her up and brought her out of the bathroom. Buster was beyond spooked by her. She was still fearing for her life and pushed away from Blah, bruising his sternum and gashing his chest open. Buster wanted nothing to do with Scout for a few days, literally trying to kill her. We had to keep them separated and it was a bit stressful on all of us. But everything is all good and we're all proud of our big, brave Girl Scout. She did lick that plastic bag. She licked it real good.
2 comments:
LOL! When I read this- I didn't know you had a cat named girl scout? So- I thought you were literally talking about a little girl scout selling cookies or something! That is so funny!
Her name is Scout, like the girl in To Kill a Mockingbird. But we have a boy cat named Buster, so it's evolved into The Buster Boy and The Girl Scout.
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