I know better! I have had cats for decades. I know what to do and what not to do. Yet this happened on my watch.
My cats love bags. Most of them like to lie on them. I always cut the handles so no one gets strangled. Sasha is the only one that goes inside. We usually have a smashed up bag for them to nap on in the family room. (We will never make it in House Beautiful until a shabby chic bag comes in style.) Someone is usually on it. It’s about the texture.
Up in my closet there was a decision waiting to be made. I bought what I thought was a fall through winter coat. The kind that would be great until it was really cold out. Nice looking. Not a souped up hoodie (souped up means with a fleece lining or something that makes the hoodie considerably warmer). A “Sunday go to meeting” kind of coat.
Laying on the floor was the bag to take it back. (Again we are in my closet. This is not traffic central.)
I was getting dressed to go out when I heard a racket, saw a rocket and was befuddled. What I saw was a bag moving at the speed of light. Through the bathroom, down the steps, around the downstairs.
In checking my closet, I saw the “waiting” bag was gone. So was Sasha who had been overseeing my dressing. (Cats can be judgmental. “You’re going to wear that with that? Seriously? That color is not good for you!”)
I went to find her because I know they can get caught in the handle. In the dining room, I saw the bag had exploded. The remains of half of the bag and one handle were there but no sign of the other handle, half bag or a terrified cat. We searched high and low. I finally found her crouched in the corner of a basement room, trying to hide behind stuff. I slowly pulled her out and removed the remaining bag from around her neck.
She was freaked out and fearful like her old feral self. She wiggled out of my arms and hid. I was afraid she had hurt herself while bumping down the first set of stairs when she was still inside the bag. It took over four hours to get her to come out and overnight until she was her usually fearless self.
All bags have been removed from the house. No bag is allowed to keep its handles. The good news is that it happened when we were home and all is well. Fortunately Sasha is resilient although I’ll be curious if she has a fear of bags going forward. We’ll see. In the meantime she is her usual terror self and if you have any animals, cut the handles off the bags!
Have a great weekend!