Chloe can be a sweet, cuddly little muffin-or an annoying evil cat. It’s sort of a flip of the coin every other minute. One of her less attractive features is getting into the garbage bag, which is why we normally keep the garbage in the closet. One night recently I had forgotten to put the trash bag back into the closet and while typing away on my computer I hear the familiar rustling of the trash bag.

“Chloe! CHLOE!” but still, the rustling continued. I stomped my way into the kitchen trying to make my unhappiness very clear, and then I burst into laughter. The trash bag we had been using was a paper bag from the grocery store, with handles. When Chloe had leaned her head over the top, she had slid her head through the handle and now her head was stuck. To get herself out she had begun running backwards in circles-by the time I had gained enough control over myself to lean down and try to help her she had pulled herself free and taken off running because she thought she was still in trouble for getting into the trash.

But her escape didn’t go quite as easily as planned. After running around backwards in circles for so long Chloe was dizzy, she was drunk dizzy. She was my drunk dizzy kitty-I bet I could sing about this in a rap song!

As a drunk dizzy kitty, Chloe was trying to run cross legged. She eventually lost control of her front legs and tried to push herself forward with the force of her back legs in a zig zag pattern across the living room-her head down and sliding across the floor.

I ran over and picked her up and pet her and told her it was going to be ok and she just laid there, the little dizzy drunk kitty that she was.