The Innocent Victim
The Wicked Perpetrator
The Safe Refuge
Kitties! You have *no idea* how close Spitty the Kitty, King of California and the Western Lands, Prince of Kiimamaa, came to Meeting His Maker Friday night.
The Human was kindly, albeit inattentively, playing Magic Fishie with Yours Truly.
She was maintaining only a loose hold on her end of the toy, while I was storming the Business End with all my considerable might. Suddenly, her end was wrested violently from her control and that thing whapped and slapped and wrapped itself around me like a skinny black boa constrictor!
Kitties, I was trapped! Trapped, I say, in the clutches of that Mad Fish.
I don't mind telling you, I went all kray-kray with fear and frenzy. I raced to and fro, that THING dangling and clattering every which way but loose, and dived UTB to calm myself and consider my horrible plight.
Evidently that didn't go very well, because only two minutes later I shot out from UTB, still enveloped in the clutches of You-Know-Who. The Human heard tremendous thumping and clattering and then I disappeared UTB for a second, and lengthier, stay.
I re-emerged about 15 minutes later, only slightly rumpled. My dignity was restored. I was, after all, pawloose and fishie-free.
The Human found The Wicked Attack-Fishie lying limply near my kitty tower, bloodied but unbowed. We both survived to battle another day.