Last night after we had drifting off to sleep ...
We hear this "God Awful" painful cry of a cat.
Inside the house!
It is OUR cat.
Course we Both jump out of bed after muttering "What the fuck!"
We flew toward the painful sound in the kitchen. Rick is yelling "I can't fucking see anything" ... So I turn on the light. (doh!)
There is Beeker hunched down under the table with his paw sticking out in front of him. As I reach down to him I say" What's the matter Beek? It's okay!" Poor thing has got to be hurt bad., right?
I then notice that his paw is attached to the stretchy string of "HIS TOY" that hangs in the hallway. :)
Course after I told Rick, "Shut up, it's NOT funny!" I untangled the poor little dude. He then walked off with the attitude of "I meant to do that"!
So we put up the toy . . . went back to bed and couldn't get back to sleep.
That Darn Cat!
Somebody didn't RTFM the book the comes with the toy. All of them say not to let the cat play with them without supervision. :)
That's what happens.
Heheheh