A Tale of a Paranoid Kitty

This morning I woke up to wet splotches on my carpet. Apparently my air conditioning was having issues, so my landlord was going to send someone over to fix the problem. Hence, scary strange men were going to enter my apartment while I wasn't there. Well, scary strange men to my scaredy chicken cat! But, I figured that she could handle it. Apparently, she couldn't. Here's what I pieced together about what happened while I was at school.

Said scary men entered my home. Elsie wakes up from nap on couch. Said scary men enter hallway to check out leak. Elsie realizes that her Mommie has not entered the house, but said scary men. In a state of panic, Elsie jumps off the couch, misjudges where she's jumping and runs into the ribbon and bow bag that I left out. In said state of paranoia, Elsie panics in the bag, gets tangled up, and takes it with her. As she gets to the hallway, said bag tears and is abandoned right near the wet splotchies. Please note below the state of said bag:



Said men are probably startled by the strange action of tenants animal and will probably refuse to come back. Elsie then tears up the stairs, terrified, only to discover that part of the bag has come with her. She hunkers down in the bedroom doorway, and meows pathetically until she is rescued. This may have been only a short time or it could of been over six hours (this part of the story is kinda fuzzy). Once I arrive home, I realize what's happened to the poor baby. While I did immediately scoop her up and love on her, I didn't remove the bag quite yet. Being the unsympathetic Mommie that I am, and after I died with laughter, I made her pose with the bag so you could see what she had done to herself.





Here is the piece that was around her neck and the piece with the rest of the bag! Poor Traumatized Kitty!

You'll be happy to note that after our photo shoot, I gave her lots of cuddles and lovin' . . . she's all over her trauma now and is seeming to enjoy her evening :)