Wow, this was scary. This morning at 6:30 I all of a sudden heard all this racket and new one of the cats were running around knocking things over, and that something was obviously wrong. Dan layed in bed asleep and didn't hear a thing. I could only imagine what would have happened if I didn't wake up.
I came out to the living room to find Ewok with a plastic bag tightly wrapped around his neck, covering his feet and across the back. It was pressing on his throat and I am sure he was having trouble breathing. I immediately took him out of the bag, and he was huffing and puffing, and breathing very heavy. He was terrified. He couldn't get the back off, and I don't know how he got it on him. It was just a weird incident.
Poor guy was so scared, so scared that he peed all over the house and when I picked him up noticed he had expressed his anal glands! I held him and talked softly to him for a few minutes than sat him down and petted him. I hope he doesn't think I hurt him? He's all better now, like it didn't happen.
Needless to say I had a very hard time sleeping after that, as all I could do was get a big whiff of anal gland off my body from where he was resting against me while I held him.
I am glad he is OK, but it sure must have been scary for him. What's weird is that I never leave the plastic bags out, for Dylan's safety, but last night after Dylan went to bed I thought it was safe I could leave my clothes still in the bag on the couch, but apprently the pull to play was too strong. I am happy I got up!
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