LadyFish
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Yesterday, our daughter had to take the cat to the vets for its regular checkup. Now Jackie dosen't especially like animals but her daughter Megan (5) has had this cat since it was 8 weeks old, and its her life.
She went to Wally World and picked up one of those soft kitty transport bags. The ones where the cats head sticks out. There's a clip inside it to hook its collar to. It was pretty and pink and she even bought a collar to match.
Megan (5) put the cat in the sack and hooked her collar in the appropriate place but would not zip it up when her Momma told her to. Megan didn't want the cat to feel closed in so she just grabbed the handles and proceeded out the door with the cat in the sack.
Nobody is sure what made the cat go ape, but all of a sudden the cat went nuts on the way to the car and little Megan could no longer hold on to the bag. The cat took off running through a empty lot next to their house through the mud like it had a piece of dynomite up its butt with the bag still attached.
Angel (the cat) made several attempt to climb the fence at the back of the lot. She made it about 3/4 of the way up only to end up falling to the ground from the weight of the attached kitty sack.
In the meantime, my daughter is flipping out, Megan and her brother Chase are running after the cat screaming its name (like a cat will listen), and it found an area under the fence that leads to a road behind their subdivision. When they get up to the fence they see the bag but next to it is a fat cat, not Angel. Jackie said " Wait, there's another cat there, thats not Angel, don't touch it something is wrong with it." Megan is screaming and crying, OMG I killed my cat, I killed my Angel.
They discovered that this cat was indeed Angel since there was an extremely soiled and beat up kitty sack attached to it, they couldn't believe it. The cat was all swollen up and fat, drooling and not breathing well.
Apparantly, she had strangeled herself when the sack wouldn't fit through the fence. THe kids and Mom are now frantic. Chase (9) says "great, just great, I guess the kitty sack is ruined now." Megan is still screaming and crying "I killed my cat!" And Jackie is mortified that now she will have a dead cat and two upset kids on her hands.
She yanked the cat away from under the fence to try and unhook her from the sack and right then, like a shot out of a cannon, Angel took off, sack and all running. Now the fat cat, with the soiled and beat up kitty sack attached is headed for home. She again tries to climb the fence into their backyard and fails. She makes it half way up, and falls, half way up, and falls. Luckily, it gave Jackie and the kiddos enough time to get run across the huge vacant lot to their house and grab her.
By now, everyone is all mud, out of breath, and exhausted but still have to make it to the vets before they miss her appointment. They manage to get Angel into the car by wrapping her up in a beach towel. The cat fell asleep on the way to the vets.
Jackie walks into the vets office, all mud and frazzeled, hair a mess, with the look of panic still on her face with the kids looking the same way, and the vet tech says 'Ma'am, you look like you've had a rough morning." Jackie lost it, she nearly started to cry when the woman said "why don't you take a couple of hours and run some errands, we'll take care of Angel and give her a bath."
I think 20 years from now the kids will say "hey Mom, remember that day we tried to take the cat to the vets?", they'll be laughing their butts off for many years to come.
She went to Wally World and picked up one of those soft kitty transport bags. The ones where the cats head sticks out. There's a clip inside it to hook its collar to. It was pretty and pink and she even bought a collar to match.
Megan (5) put the cat in the sack and hooked her collar in the appropriate place but would not zip it up when her Momma told her to. Megan didn't want the cat to feel closed in so she just grabbed the handles and proceeded out the door with the cat in the sack.
Nobody is sure what made the cat go ape, but all of a sudden the cat went nuts on the way to the car and little Megan could no longer hold on to the bag. The cat took off running through a empty lot next to their house through the mud like it had a piece of dynomite up its butt with the bag still attached.
Angel (the cat) made several attempt to climb the fence at the back of the lot. She made it about 3/4 of the way up only to end up falling to the ground from the weight of the attached kitty sack.
In the meantime, my daughter is flipping out, Megan and her brother Chase are running after the cat screaming its name (like a cat will listen), and it found an area under the fence that leads to a road behind their subdivision. When they get up to the fence they see the bag but next to it is a fat cat, not Angel. Jackie said " Wait, there's another cat there, thats not Angel, don't touch it something is wrong with it." Megan is screaming and crying, OMG I killed my cat, I killed my Angel.
They discovered that this cat was indeed Angel since there was an extremely soiled and beat up kitty sack attached to it, they couldn't believe it. The cat was all swollen up and fat, drooling and not breathing well.
Apparantly, she had strangeled herself when the sack wouldn't fit through the fence. THe kids and Mom are now frantic. Chase (9) says "great, just great, I guess the kitty sack is ruined now." Megan is still screaming and crying "I killed my cat!" And Jackie is mortified that now she will have a dead cat and two upset kids on her hands.
She yanked the cat away from under the fence to try and unhook her from the sack and right then, like a shot out of a cannon, Angel took off, sack and all running. Now the fat cat, with the soiled and beat up kitty sack attached is headed for home. She again tries to climb the fence into their backyard and fails. She makes it half way up, and falls, half way up, and falls. Luckily, it gave Jackie and the kiddos enough time to get run across the huge vacant lot to their house and grab her.
By now, everyone is all mud, out of breath, and exhausted but still have to make it to the vets before they miss her appointment. They manage to get Angel into the car by wrapping her up in a beach towel. The cat fell asleep on the way to the vets.
Jackie walks into the vets office, all mud and frazzeled, hair a mess, with the look of panic still on her face with the kids looking the same way, and the vet tech says 'Ma'am, you look like you've had a rough morning." Jackie lost it, she nearly started to cry when the woman said "why don't you take a couple of hours and run some errands, we'll take care of Angel and give her a bath."
I think 20 years from now the kids will say "hey Mom, remember that day we tried to take the cat to the vets?", they'll be laughing their butts off for many years to come.
