We had just settled in bed last night. Rufus wasn't in bed with us. Then, all of a sudden, there was a commotion that sounded like a horse running over a wooden bridge, while kicking empty aluminum cans. (Got the mental image of that?)
It wasn't a horse, but a big cat. He is not a "chewer," but apparently Rufus managed to get the shoe lace on Joan's sneaker caught between his teeth. In the "flight or fight" response, he chose flight. He took off running at full speed, with the sneaker banging beside and behind him all along the way! It hit the door, the walls, an end table, the entertainment center, another wall, vertical blinds, a kitchen chair, another wall, and then back into our bedroom... where he managed to dislodge the shoe lace.
Joan's first thought: "Go see if he peed anywhere!" The boy covered quite a distance in a short time, so it took me a while to re-trace his track, going by what I could remember of the crashing sounds. No puddles... OK, considering his velocity, no "spray pattern." Back in the bedroom, I lifted him up on the bed so Joan could put him at ease - his heart was pounding, and he had that "What the Hell??!!" look on his face. The boy has very expressive facial expressions.
It took a while to get him soothed.
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FAB Narrative-- Poor Rufus.. Glad he's OhKay..
He's fine. He takes a wide berth around Joan's sneakers, though. ;-) He is solid boy, and when he gets moving fast, it is best to not be in his way. Especially when he is in "panic mode." Fortunately, he has a good life and not much reason for that "fight or flight" response.
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