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My flatmate's cat flew out the kitchen window into the neighbours' yard. It's happened before, but this time she fell from the second floor, and it was not intentional.
I'd cooked a fry-up for breakfast and left the window open to air the room. She went on the sill to sniff the blooming nature outside. I went back into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and startled her. She lost grip, fell two floors, and apparently only scratched her nose. I rescued her with the same technique as before. No, she did not jump into my arms. Yes, I encouraged her to jump up to a rug I was holding, so that I could lift her up. Eight more lives to go, baby.