Miss Kitty

Good Tuesday morning!
I am back, finally.  It actually didn't take that long to get over the flu, but I just have been so busy that I haven't found much time to blog.
Today's post is about a cat.
A cute little cat with gray stripes that we got our middle child for Christmas.
She is spunky and full of personality.
She loves to wait in hiding and attack our old dog's tail when she isn't looking.
 Kitty also likes to spend her time looking out our window cussing at birds that happen to land in her yard.  Kitty fits right into our family and we can't even remember not having a cat.  I like her.

The other night we had a milk box with a plastic bag inside that we threw down our stairs to be taken to the trash at a later date.  Miss kitty thought this was much fun to dive into the box and tear up the bag inside then sprint to the top of the stairs wildly.  She did this numerous times while we tried to watch t.v.  Then, from down below, we heard a banging, a scrambling, a howl.  Miss Kitty came flying up our stairs, eyes bugged out, ears back, with a trash bag stuck around her neck.  She ran wildly with the bag ballooning up behind her like a ghostly parachute.  Poor Kitty ran up to my husband, froze, howled, and peered behind to see if the bag was still there.  When she saw that it was, she jumped about two feet in the air and ran lickety split down the hallway, diving and ducking to try and lose her nemesis.
How could we help her when we were both on the floor laughing with tears coming out of our eyes?  Poor Kitty.
When we finally rescued her out from under our bed and cut the bag off of her neck she went and hid for the rest of the night. 
...And just because I'm this way,  now and then I like to shake a plastic bag at her and watch her scream away in terror.