I've already admitted to this one eons ago, so might as well reconfess ...

My sister, niece, and I were just leaving for the community hot tub when Cassy escaped. I don't let him out as we are very close to several heavy traffic roads. His favorite toy at that time was a feather doo-dad on a stick which sounded like a baby rattle so I grabbed it and also snagged some lunch meat, one of his favorite treats. Chased him down to some bushes while rattling the toy and crooning, "Cold cuts, baby, cooooold cuuuuuts." I was half in a bush when I became obsessed with the horrid thought that someone might be training a video camera on the short, fat, be-swimming suited crazy lady doing weird things in the bushes...

Cassy was captured, successfully, but it was a while before I could face my neighbors.