When animals try and give their owners heart attacks

Imagine if you will. You are laying in bed, out like a light and dreaming about. . . . . whatever tickles your fancy. I don't want to know, none of my business. Anyway. You're sleeping away a hard day of work/school/watching kids and suddenly you are awake and you have no idea why. You look around your apartment. Doors are shut, everything seems upright, cat is playing with blinds. . . . .OH. MY. GOD!

My cat was not playing with the blinds. She had managed to get the string that holds my blinds together WRAPPED AROUND HER NECK! You know when you have venetian blinds, and a string runs through them so they can be pulled up? She was hanging there, flopping around like a fish on a hook trying to get free or get some ground beneath her feet. I hopped out of pet and tried to pin her to the window sill so I could free her. She ended up scratching the hell out of my arm and hand and breaking the string, freeing herself.

As I was standing there, near tears, my heart beating, hers beating about a hundred times faster, I was able to collect my thoughts. Thank God my apartment is small. If my bedroom, living room and kitchen weren't all one small room, I might not of ever woken up. If I wasn't a light sleeper, the sound of her knocking a change jar in her panic might not of alerted me to what was happening. I can tell you right now, Callie (that's her to the left) is a lot more careful. She eyes the window like it might jump out and bite her.

I have gone crime scene investigation on the blinds and can't for the life of me figure out how she did it. The hole where her head was is large enough that my friend's cat, who is bigger then her by quite a bit, can walk through it. For comparisons sake, I will put a picture. Jake is my friend's cat. He's the black and white fellow to the right. Callie is being a blender cat to the far left. Do not mock the amount of moose on my bed. I love moose. See the size difference in the cats? Everything about Callie is compact and tiny. How did she manage to get her freakishly small head stuck in a hole where a larger cat can fit his whole body?? Also, the string supports the blinds so they can be pulled up, so it is held in place by rings. How did she manage to cause a loop? I asked her, she is blocking out the bad memories and doesn't want to talk about it. I will continue to stare at my window and contemplate. Maybe get a stuffed cat the same relative size as Cal and see if I can reenact the crime.

All in all, I am now afraid to leave her home alone. I am also afraid to lower my blinds. I live in a ground level apartment and that MAY get awkward. Feel free to share your crazy stories, cause that can't be the weirdest there is!