Grocery Shopping
We're heading home to RI for the weekend for the screening of Chris' short film, "Balance," on Sunday night, so posts will be sparse. (And NaNo will most likely be ignored entirely. 50,000 words seems like a pipe dream at the moment.)
But we went to the grocery store the other night, bringing back a number of those rustly plastic PriceRite bags and setting them on the kitchen floor. Focusing on putting away the groceries as quickly as possible, we didn't notice that the bags were rustling even when we weren't touching them.
"Turn around," Chris said.
And I looked down to see this:
She looks so hopeful, like she thought there would be a whole chicken dinner waiting at the bottom of this bag. Poor Siah.
Comments
She's so cute! When my Stasia was younger (and smaller) she waited for me to empty the bags out so she could get in and go for a ride. You wouldn't believe how much she loved to be spun around the room in a grocery bag.
Posted by: Zazzy | November 11, 2006 11:29 AM
I'm generally a dog person, but you're making me think I might become a cat person one of these days, as well! Siah is SOOOOO cute!
Posted by: Jana | November 11, 2006 01:17 PM
I had this cat called Moose (because he was) who was terrified of those things. He'd been traumatized one Christmas Eve. my sister and I had, um, smoked some non-tobacco products as we wrapped presents (it took us a lo-o-o-o-ong time that year) and Moose decided he was going to investigate the ribbon hanging out of one of the bags. Well, he got in and then got his head stuck thru the handle, much like your Siah there. This scared the bejesus out of him and he practically levitated as he did laps around the apartment, leaping from the back of the sofa to the top of the bookcase to my bed and ricocheting off the walls. His eyes were bugging out of his head and by the time I was finally able to catch him, he'd torn strips of wall paper off the walls, knocked over a plant and several tchotchokes and ripped up a pillow. I think we both peed our pants a little that night.
Posted by: julia | November 11, 2006 01:53 PM
Of, I want a kitty sooooo bad! Kerri, will put a good word in with my wife? She is not a cat person. :(
Posted by: George | November 11, 2006 08:14 PM
my cats do that all the time. when alfie was tiny he got his head through the handle but it freaked him out. he ran around the house with the bag stuck on his head. i was chasing him but couldn't catch him to free it.
now he won't go near a bag.
cute, cute pic!
Posted by: v*i*c*k*i | November 12, 2006 01:25 PM
kerri, if i were you I would keep a camera strapped around my neck at all times while at home.
that cat provides one photo opp after another!
hope the screening is a huge success!!
Posted by: Johnboy | November 12, 2006 04:51 PM
You know those shopping bags that have fabric covering their wire handles? (From the Gap or other such stores).
Yep, my cats will, without fail, get themselves caught up in those handles.
Posted by: rachel | November 12, 2006 06:45 PM
My sister has the world's dumbest chihuahua.
One day, she left an oven mitt out on one of her kitchen chairs. When she arrived home from work that afternoon, the oven mitt was doing double duty as a halloween costume. Or maybe a head warmer...it was bobbing back on forth on her Chihuahua's head. Completely covering said chihuahua's head. All she could see was this big red mitt and this little stubby body. I have pictures. It's halarious!
Your picture of Siah reminded me of that :)
Posted by: Tiffany | November 13, 2006 02:55 PM