I'm at the computer minding my own business and all of a sudden all hell breaks loose...I hear this loud crinkling and swoosh...



Bentley goes zooming past me wearing a plastic bag as a cape...running, running,through the rooms, smashing into EVERYTHING, knocking over EVERYTHING, tail puffed out, running...the other two tearing after him...the greyhound in tow...my son and I join to try and slow down this crazy cat...but nope...he's on a mission to run away from the very very noisy plastic bag looped around his neck...vases are overturned, area rugs are flying across the room...his head is smashing into walls and furniture as he banks the corners...



Finally, after 4 laps he hides behind the TV stand in Alex's playroom and stops long enough for us to get the bag off...



Now, of course, he is mad at all of us for the rest of the day. Which makes perfect sense because it is definitely our fault that he opened the bathroom cabinet and climbed into and got himself stuck...in a bag.



Gotta love him!!!
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Lisa, owned by Bentley,Alastair, Finster, & Trysta (greyhound)

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