This one is for Fatman.

Amazing.



"A Gold Coast cat has lived up to its name of Voodoo by magically surviving a 34-storey plunge from a high rise building... She said some of the branches in the bush were broken, including one about an inch thick which had completely snapped and had cat hair stuck to it."

Wow. Amazing.

I had a tiny female tabby & white - she never got bigger than a kitten - who used to love to jump ... though she usually did it from the second story.

We were living in a Cape Cod while our house was being repaired from a fire. She was just a little kitten ... in fact she had been born in a "Holiday Inn" days after the fire.

She used to get agitated, pin back her ears and dart. She would jump out my bedroom window to the garage roof, sprint from there up to the top peak of the Cape Cod, plummet full tilt down, back thru the window to the floor, lose a tad of velocity as she struggled to gained full grip of the wood floors, then straight to my sisters room where she would leap from the floor over my sister's twin bed directly out the window and would land in this evergreen bush.

She would then rush to front door. Upon entry she would barrel up the stairs and dart to the right to my room where she would do the entire thing over again.




I liked that cat.

Awesome story.