Remember Chester?
The cat of very little brain?
The one who once tried to play with a candle and got wax all over the place, including on her own face?
Yeah, her.
She's sweet. She's cute. She has a lot of fur and a really puffy tail.
This evening, my kids have friends over and Boo and her friend were busy at work, creating all kinds of things out of duct tape. We were all down in the basement and Chester had been resting quietly, but decided she needed to investigate the closet as soon as she heard me open the door. I ruined her evening by closing the door before she could get lost deep in the depths, so she had to find something else interesting.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her suddenly take off and noticed something white attached to her tail. It took a split second for me to survey the scene, process and realize that she had gotten duct tape stuck to her tail.
Crap.
She came flying back into the room and performed a quick STOP, DROP and ROLL to dislodge the offending tape. Of course, that only made it worse. She ran a few steps, stopped and tried licking it off. When that failed, she just took off in a panicked sprint as if she was going to run so fast, it would just fall off.
Knowing the situation was dire, I sent the kids to corner her before she made it any worse.
(I laughed a lot too.)
I knew there was no way were were going to rid her of her duct tape demons without scissors. And I hoped that it wasn't going to require trimmers.
It's a good thing the dumb cat is so docile. Between KJ, Boo and I, we managed to hold her still and cut the duct tape out of her tail without anyone bleeding.
I hope she's learned her lesson, but I am not going to hold my breath.