This incident from a while back just popped into my head and I wanted to share it with you guys.
So this happened when I was around 12. I also had a cat who was pretty much my best friend at the time, one thing he really loved doing was climbing the balcony railing which was super dangerous (We lived on the 6th floor of a flat).
One morning I woke up, it was around 10am and I come out of my bedroom and head to the living room. As soon as I walk in I see my mom with a terrified look on her face, I kept asking what happened and it took her like 2 minutes to form a normal sentence. She said our cat fell off the balcony and that my dad rushed down the building to help.
I'm fucking shitting myself at this point because that goddamn jackass was the cutest thing in the world and I thought to myself that there is no chance he survived. I change my clothes as quickly as I can and go follow my dad.
I get down and see my dad carrying the cat. We don't bother going back to our apartment since we thought to ourselves 'He is lucky to be alive, he's probably got internal bleeding or something, we should save as much time as we can' and we do. We immediately head to the vet which is thankfully only around 5 minutes away from our flat.
We get to the vet and explain what happened, I'm traumatized and in tears because I thought by cat fucking died. Couple moments later the vet examins our cat for a couple minutes and hands it back to us. No medication, bandages or anything like that. He told us (and I kid you not) this badass literally survived a 6 story fall and ended up with a bruised liver, the vet said that he should rest for a couple of weeks and he will be as good as new.
We ended up making the balcony railing unclimbable for the cat after what happened but damn is the story wild. I know cats are agile but I had no idea they were THAT agile. But hey I ain't complaining lol. Little retard is still alive today and is the living definition of badass.
The end.
So this happened when I was around 12. I also had a cat who was pretty much my best friend at the time, one thing he really loved doing was climbing the balcony railing which was super dangerous (We lived on the 6th floor of a flat).
One morning I woke up, it was around 10am and I come out of my bedroom and head to the living room. As soon as I walk in I see my mom with a terrified look on her face, I kept asking what happened and it took her like 2 minutes to form a normal sentence. She said our cat fell off the balcony and that my dad rushed down the building to help.
I'm fucking shitting myself at this point because that goddamn jackass was the cutest thing in the world and I thought to myself that there is no chance he survived. I change my clothes as quickly as I can and go follow my dad.
I get down and see my dad carrying the cat. We don't bother going back to our apartment since we thought to ourselves 'He is lucky to be alive, he's probably got internal bleeding or something, we should save as much time as we can' and we do. We immediately head to the vet which is thankfully only around 5 minutes away from our flat.
We get to the vet and explain what happened, I'm traumatized and in tears because I thought by cat fucking died. Couple moments later the vet examins our cat for a couple minutes and hands it back to us. No medication, bandages or anything like that. He told us (and I kid you not) this badass literally survived a 6 story fall and ended up with a bruised liver, the vet said that he should rest for a couple of weeks and he will be as good as new.
We ended up making the balcony railing unclimbable for the cat after what happened but damn is the story wild. I know cats are agile but I had no idea they were THAT agile. But hey I ain't complaining lol. Little retard is still alive today and is the living definition of badass.
The end.






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