GrannyHeeney
Songster
The first time 9 Volt saw the Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil, I was putting it on the handle of the vacuum and rolling the vacuum into the corner of the living room where I store it. Don't ask why I leave the Hat on the vacuum handle...I guess my randomness is part of my charm. 
Anyhow, 9 Volt nearly lost it when he saw the Hat for the first time: flapping, flopping and generally flipping. He avoids the vacuum cleaner...not for the same reason cats do...it's because that's where the Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil lives. 
One day last week, our power was out because of a storm; it was frigid in here, so I was wearing anything I could to stay warm. While I was sweeping, 9 Volt was in his see-thru tub. Every time I came near, he'd wedge himself at the back of the tub and glare at me. He has no fear of brooms, so for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what was wrong...until I remembered I was wearing the Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil.
So yesterday, I was tidying up. My daughter borrowed my vacuum and left the Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil on the couch. 9 Volt was at the other end. Not thinking, I picked the Hat up to move it. 9 Volt let out a squawk of terror, shot sideways off the couch and right into an enormous poinsettia over 4 feet away; he crashed with the table, the plant, and his own feathery butt to the floor. Just like a cartoon, there was a puff of leaves, petals and black and white feathers. The previously silent house had just erupted around me and I stood there blinking, trying to figure out what the heck had just happened. 9 Volt was gone, hiding under a coffee table, there was poinsettia everywhere and the tv table it had been on had collapsed--when I glanced down at my hand...the Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil.
Short story long , Tuff Guy is fine, the poinsettia--once a huge, glorious mound of red and green--looks like it took a rough ride in the car trunk, and the Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil is tucked away on a shelf. 
...Until next time... Bwaaa-haa-haaa...
The Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil
Anyhow, 9 Volt nearly lost it when he saw the Hat for the first time: flapping, flopping and generally flipping. He avoids the vacuum cleaner...not for the same reason cats do...it's because that's where the Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil lives. One day last week, our power was out because of a storm; it was frigid in here, so I was wearing anything I could to stay warm. While I was sweeping, 9 Volt was in his see-thru tub. Every time I came near, he'd wedge himself at the back of the tub and glare at me. He has no fear of brooms, so for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what was wrong...until I remembered I was wearing the Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil.
So yesterday, I was tidying up. My daughter borrowed my vacuum and left the Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil on the couch. 9 Volt was at the other end. Not thinking, I picked the Hat up to move it. 9 Volt let out a squawk of terror, shot sideways off the couch and right into an enormous poinsettia over 4 feet away; he crashed with the table, the plant, and his own feathery butt to the floor. Just like a cartoon, there was a puff of leaves, petals and black and white feathers. The previously silent house had just erupted around me and I stood there blinking, trying to figure out what the heck had just happened. 9 Volt was gone, hiding under a coffee table, there was poinsettia everywhere and the tv table it had been on had collapsed--when I glanced down at my hand...the Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil.
Short story long
, Tuff Guy is fine, the poinsettia--once a huge, glorious mound of red and green--looks like it took a rough ride in the car trunk, and the Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil is tucked away on a shelf. ...Until next time... Bwaaa-haa-haaa...The Purple Hat of Ultimate Evil
He was really messed up when we found him--he's back at full health but I don't think he'll ever be as big as he should have been. Still can't figure out how that wee thing managed to knock a 5 lb plant to the floor. LOL!
