So as you know, up until this whole marriage thing I wasn't really a "cat person". I like dogs. Dogs wag their tail, and look like they're happy and smiling. Cats climb on tables, counters and bookshelves, and poop in the house.
Then, of course, I moved to Dubai ... and into an apartment with two cats.
Lily is a Maine Coon Cat that Liz brought over from Maine. She's generally pretty mellow and calm, but when I first moved in she was really skittish, always hiding under the couch or in whichever room I wasn't in.
Kitty is a stray-ish cat that Liz found on the streets of Dubai back in 2005. I say "stray-ish" because Liz found him when he was a tiny kitten, so he's been living indoors and on fattening American cat food for the majority of his life. But sometimes he's a little feral and crazy, and makes the most God-awful noises you've ever heard at five in the morning.
Over the weekend, though, Lily took the cake with the funniest thing I've ever seen happen to a cat. Wait, I should quantify that - Lily took the cake with the funniest thing I've ever seen happen to a cat that wasn't on YouTube.
Backstory - I'm not sure if this is all cats or just our cats, but these two love plastic shopping bags. They play with them, they smell them, they chew on them, it's freaking bizarre behavior but what are you going to do?
So this weekend. Liz and I grocery shop at Mall of the Emirates. I finally remembered to buy eggs after about a month of forgetting (and sadly not being able to make Disneyland Cornbread for several weeks). But we had the world's slowest / worst grocery bagger in history - I swear that he put the plastic bag of eggs in the cart first and then the rest of the groceries. Yikes.
For some reason, and I never really asked her why, when we put all of the groceries in the trunk Liz put the bag with the eggs in the backseat. To protect, them, perhaps. And after a somewhat harried Saturday afternoon drive back from the mall, Liz actually double-checked the eggs when we got home.
They were fine. and now safe and sound now at home.
We thought.
Of course, we had to make two trips to the car because we bought so much good stuff, and when we're bringing in the second load, we see the two cats have made their way into the kitchen and are smelling the food / bags.
We must have scared Lily when we walked in and somehow, and I've tried to relive this moment over and over in my head, somehow Lily must have been smelling the eggs, or had her head inside the bag with the eggs. Anyway, she gets scared, and goes to jump off of the counter. But the handle of the bag gets stuck around her neck - and the bag follows her to the floor.
This, of course, spooks her even more, so she bolts out of the kitchen, bag in tow.
When she got to the dining room table she evaded the bag, again, not quite sure how. Needless to say, the eggs didn't make it. We literally had scrambled egg all over the clean floor in this zig-zagging pattern.
The cat wasn't seen for about five hours afterwards, either.
Man, I wish we had known this was going to happen. I would have had the video camera ready, and put it on YouTube. |
