What happens to a cat who jumps from a 9th story window? Will his 9 lives be enough to save him? Lucky is a real cool cat…
So, we got a kitten for our daughter Alivia about 5 months ago and she (presciently?) named him Lucky. Lucky, it turns out is a daredevil and most definitely a cooler cat than I. You know I’ve always said that I wasn’t all that cool of a cat, but now I know who the cool cat in the house is.
Now, we all think cats are pretty cool to begin with, and they of course cultivate this belief in the way they pointedly ignore us and give the impression that they are doing us a huge favor when they do deign to spend their oh so valuable time with us. This seemingly wasn’t enough for our cat, who had to resort to daredevil tactics to convince us forever that he is the cool cat in the family.
It began normally enough, with the ejection of adorable, but all too active Lucky from our bedroom before sleep time. While he is quite cute, I am less than enamored of his cute tendencies such as biting my feet or laying on my head at 3am. So, out he went as is normal.
What wasn’t normal was that we had fried something for dinner and my wife had the kitchen window open. And neither of us thought to close it before going to bed. Who would have thought this would be a problem?
The next morning we woke and were surprised that our slumber hadn’t been interrupted by the strident “maiow’s” of Lucky at the break of dawn. He is even better than a rooster at getting us up at the crack of dawn normally. As we emerged from the bedroom we were able to walk without a small furry body interposing itself between our legs, threatening to throw us to the ground. Very strange indeed. And then we noticed the window.
“You don’t think he would have jumped out of the window do you”, I asked Golf. She didn’t think so, but as minutes passed and there was no sign of Lucky it became apparent that this is exactly what he must have done. Not normally a huge deal, but we live on the 9th floor, making it pretty big deal after all.
I was immediately dispatched to the ground floor to see if I could find any signs of the rogue cat, and I went with a definite sense of disquiet. After all, cats are known for landing on their feet, but this was a nine story drop.
I got to the ground floor and immediately began searching for any signs of a cat having fallen or jumping to the ground near our window. The window looks out onto a narrow walkway, so there wasn’t too much ground to cover, and there was no sign of Lucky what-so-ever. No broken bushes, no blood, and no cat. Of course there are small entrances that a cat could crawl into that lead under the building. Oh crap I thought, the fall didn’t kill him and he crawled under the building. I tried calling, and even tried to get down on the ground to look into the small entrances…all the while thinking of the stinging centipedes and other creepy crawlies we have here in Thailand. Again, no luck.
I went back upstairs and reported my lack of findings and we all got ready to head out, with explanations to Alivia that Lucky had “run away”. Yeah we would have to deal with his disappearance eventually, but we weren’t ready to do so at 7 in the morning before school.
I checked several times throughout the day and there was still no signs of Lucky. My wife also talked to the housekeeping staff, security guy and motocy drivers outside our place, asking them to keep an eye out for the cat. With no news by evening I was pretty assured of the worst. Golf was not to be deterred though (feeling guilty for opening the window in the first place) and said she would continue the search when she got home from work.
I thought it was a lost cause, but wished her luck anyway. Imagine my surprise when she showed up around 7:30 with Lucky in her arms!
It turns out that he had been fighting with one of the many dogs outside our place early in the morning and one of the housekeeping staff had saved him and put him in the basement of the building to avoid further dog/cat altercations. As for how he got out there in the first place we will never know for sure, but that open window was the only way out, so you draw your own conclusions.
He was favoring a back leg, so we immediately headed off to the veterinarian, where it was found that the total sum of injuries from his nine story leap followed by a brawl with a dog was a single broken claw. The vet cut the claw back and said it will grow back, and off we went with a cone on Lucky’s head, the paw bandaged, a week’s supply of antibiotics, and an appointment to return in two days to have the dressing changed. Oh course our scrappy cool cat had the cone off in 10 minutes (there’s nothing cool about a cone on your head – even the coolest of cats can’t pull off THAT look), and the bandage off soon after. We called the vet to let them know and they said not to worry about it and to bring him back in two days as scheduled.
He went back today for the followup visit and all is fine. The wound looks good and there is no sign of infection. The vet we saw today was also a bit amazed to meet the cat who had jumped from a ninth story window and not only lived, but came away relatively unscathed.
Naturally, Lucky is somewhat nonplussed by all the attention…