Something happened to one of my sister's cats the other day (she's one of Vinny's littermates) that I think I should share. Prudence is a very inquisitive little girl whose curiousity leads her into all kinds of interesting places, such as closets. The other morning my sister and her husband were sitting in their livingroom when they heard a commotion in the bedroom. Before they could investigate, Prudence came streaking out of the bedroom with a gym bag handle wrapped around one of her hind legs. She made a frenzied dash for the chesterfield and tried to crawl underneath it, but the bag was too large to follow her and she had to stop. At this point they were able to grab her, but she went absolutely berserk and started to yowl. Ray held her front end while my sister tried to free her from the bag, the handle of which was wrapped tightly around the top of one of her hind legs. After what seemed like an eternity, she was able to release the leg, but not before the frantic Prudence had inflicted about 8 deep bites and numerous scratches on Ray's hands. She was none the worse for wear (except for the fact that she lost a lot of fur) but Ray needed antibiotics and a tetanus shot. Who would have thought a gym bag would pose a danger?
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