Our cat fell from the terrace of our apartment last night. I realized she was gone when I woke up and she didn’t greet me with her usual meow. First, I searched the entire apartment, then I went outside to look for her. We live right next to an old-growth forest and thought she might have been easy prey for a fox, but then I went out again around lunchtime, and there she was. She’s limping a bit (a 10‑meter fall), but otherwise in good shape.
A cat has nine lives — how many have you used up now?
