He eats whatever he can find on the floor. And it comes out in various forms too.
But this night he gave me a real shock. He was running and playing with my dog and took a jump up to the edge of my roof-terrace and ups-...cat gone!! When I looked down he was lying like a rug in the stairs about 6 meters down.
That moment was awful. I once as a little girl saw my granny`s cat falling out of the window from a 10 floor and that was just crushed. Bad memories came to my mind!!
I imagined all kinds of horror, and since it was so late at night no one to call! I found a urgency-vet and drove like crazy while the cat was howling in the cat-box. At least he lived. I did not dare to look into the box of fear to see all the blood. I could smell it.
But when we got there he just wandered out of that box like nothing, sniffing stuff and jumping down from the vet-table .
He have used three of his nine lives but otherwise just fine she said. Just a little nose bleeding.
And I will not let them out again for a while..
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