Sun 25 Jun 2006
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.”