Sun 25 Jun 2006
Believe it or not, I have posted some kitten pictures, taken and posted garden pictures from Saturday evening, and posted some other kitten pictures that I took at random yesterday.
So here’s this weekend’s heartstopper: last night Didi fell out of the 2nd story window in my home office.
I have no idea what precipitated this, but all of a sudden there was neither a screen nor a kitten in that window. I remember saying something stupid at the time, and then saying to The Boyf (who was standing in the room when it happened) that I was “on it,” whatever that means, and tearing off downstairs and outside to go find Didi. The Boyf ran to turn off the AC, since it was right next to where Didi would have landed and so loud it might drown me out when trying to find him, and I got down there and started calling out for him.
He was right where he landed, walking around and meowing and generally freaked the hell out. I rubbed him down very lightly and didn’t get any complaints, and he was walking on his own, so I went ahead and picked him up and though he was shaking (or was that me?) he was absolutely fine.
Now that window stays closed. And in the meantime, Didi has loved all the attention.
The Boyf and I sat down on the back porch, eventually, to catch our breath and try to let the freakies wear off, and he said to me, “Well, I guess Didi’s probably down to about 8.7 lives, now.”
“If he’s down to 8.7,” I said, “I guess I’m at point seven.”
This sort of thing apparently happens to cats. And, don’t worry, they tend to live through it. The owners? Heh–heart-stopping, for SURE.
Kitty, for instance, once did much the same thing out onto the porch at Silverridge. Unfortunately, we weren’t home at the time and he couldn’t figure out how to get back inside by himself. And I think we told you about TiVo taking a dive off the railing at the Lake house.
I am glad that DiDi is ok and didn’t land on anything injurious. Poor little guy!
b.
Eeesh, too scary. Our cats like to pace back and forth on a 3″ wide banister above a reasonable sized drop, and every time I see them do it, I freak out and have to stop my self from rushing over to grab them since I might startle them and make them slip and… ooh.
I have to admit, b., that railing (and the Stairs of Death) are the things that most worry me about the kittens being there this year, but I’ll cope.
I’m just glad The Boyf managed to reach into the window and grab Gogo before he leapt off into the dark to follow his brother.
And of course they both immediately wanted nothing more than to get back in that damned window.
mrh, I totally feel that. Good grief, I used to worry about them hanging out on the railing between the kitchen and the living room, and that’s at most five feet.