Suicidal Kittens
This morning I was lying in bed watching Murray play with Tobyjoe’s backpack, which sat safely (so we thought) on the chair. He was playing with its strap. I looked away for a bit and then awoke to a thud. I looked over and saw that Tucker looked distraught and the bag was on the floor and MOVING. I got up and hurried over to see what the problem was.
I knew Murray had pulled the bag on top of him so I reached to pick it up. Well, somehow, the little guy had gotten his head wrapped up in one of the straps and had twisted it to the point of near strangulation. I freaked the hell out. I grabbed him. He was freaked out too. I talked to him to calm him down and then proceeded to unravel the strap. It was on so tight! I screamed to Tobyjoe, “HE’S STRANGLING HIMSELF! HELP!!! HELP!!!!” I began to cry up. But I freed him right away and he spent the next hour continuing his play. Dork.
It was awful. I can’t help but think, “What if we weren’t here? What if I were out?” Granted, had we been out the bag wouldn’t have been laying there, it would have been with TJ but still. This has haunted me all day long.
We’ve now since kitten-proofed our apartment. I spent an hour looking at everything, wondering what he could possibly get into that might kill him. Hell, it’s good practice since we have a small human on the way.
Related stories: Tucker once spent 3 hours in a refrigerator. And the other day, Murray jumped in when we were putting something away. It’s a good thing I now know to look for such a thing…
P.S. Please, if you read this and comment, don’t share any horror stories here. I don’t think I can deal with reading any.