Anatomy of a traumatic experience

This is the container that my head got stuck in tonight. 

The image below is a schematic simulation.  No actual photos exist of me in the heat of my predicament, because when Thomas found me he thought he'd better not waste any time before rescuing me, given his assessment that I might be running out of oxygen.             Here's how events unfolded:  [This is a re-enactment extrapolated from cellphone records, so times are approximate.]

• 6:07 pm:  My owner departs for the evening, leaving me dinner in my dish.

• 6:12 pm:  Alone at home, I eat my dinner.

• 6:13 pm:  I follow my nose into Thomas' room. On the floor is this canister, lid on, with a few biscotti crumbs still left in it.

• 6:14 pm:  I knock the canister over, causing the lid to become separated.

• 6:14.30 pm:  I put my head inside the canister so I can get to the crumbs.

• 6:15 pm:  I try to pull my head out of the canister, but cannot.

• 6:17 pm:  I panic.

• 6:19 pm:  In attempting to extricate myself from the canister, I work myself into the corner between Thomas' desk and his closet door.

• 6:20 pm to 6:31 pm:  Terror.  I am stuck in a tight corner with my head in a plastic container.  I bang back and forth.  I am disoriented.

• 6:31 pm:  Thomas comes home. 

• 6:32 pm:  Thomas searches for me.  He follows the banging and locates me.

• 6:33 pm:  Thomas extricates me from the canister. 

• 6:34 pm:  Trembling and debilitated, I collapse on the sofa to reflect soberly upon the nightmare from which I've just been delivered.  

Comments

[Charlie]

Poor Lambie!