I almost killed my Cat!
My first real pet was a cat called Blackie ( i was about 7 and clearly creatively minded when i got him). My room is on the top floor of my regular two up two down house that backs onto a conservatory, Blackie used to spend a lot of time in my room that was above the new conservatory we just had fitted. so young me decides it would be so much more simple if instead of walking downstairs to let the cat out he could just jump out the window onto the new roof then onto the nearby wall.....

But how to convince Blackie that the window was better than the stairs....i lowered him down a couple of times and in all fairness he didn't seem to mind at all and it became almost a regular routine.

Except Blackie was a bit of a greedy bugger and one evening i'd left some food on my desk i walk in to see him tucking into said snacks!. so clearly iritated i open the window and remove the cat with a little more vigor than before only to realise once he's left my hands that its been raining and the roofs slippery as a bar of prison block soap.

Time seems to slow down Blackie does his best Bambi impresion and his legs slip apart on the wet roof, for a moment he looks up into my eye's and slipped away into the dark only to land on the Patio table about 10ft below.

I've never been so scared in my life i was convinced i'd killed my Cat. i ran out into the rain only to have him limp back into the house. He ignored me for the rest of the week.

Woo first Qotw!
(kade, Sun 9 Dec 2007, 2:28, Reply)