Falling Kittens

So... Vienna is not dead. She doesn't even seem terribly hurt. She was in the windowsill of Syd's office, leaning against the screen, when both screen and kitten went *pop* and flew out the window. Second story window, nothing but rocks and a smallish bush to cushion the fall. Syd and I run down the stairs, out the door, on the lawn and... no kitten. Screen, yes. Kitten, no. That was my first relief, not to find her laying among the rocks because I am way to tired right now to deal with a dead kitten right now. One of the hallmarks of dead kittens is that they sort of stay in one place, what with the whole being dead thing putting a damper on their ability to move about.

So if there wasn’t the broken remains of a kitten among the rocks then there wasn’t a dead kitten. Q.E. muthafuckin D. bitach! This lead to Syd plaintively whining the kitten’s name, and sounding really scared because while we didn’t find a dead kitten it wouldn’t mean we wouldn’t find a hurt kitten.

I however know the score. Vienna is EVIL and would not die, or even come to harm, so easily. I start to walk around the side of the house because I know Vienna’s M.O. and I knew she would be heading for the front porch. See, she loves to get under the front porch because it’s dirty and spidery and while adults can climb under there they prefer not to. So she can sit there and annoy the hell out of the adults ALL DAY if she wants. I found her just heading to the holly bush and was unable to catch her before she went under the porch. However, as she ran under the porch, I guessed that she had no broken limbs. Broken limbs mean limping, not running under the porch like it’s the best game ever.

So I swung a vine at her, because little whippy vines are abundant under the porch and she likes to chase things like little whippy vines. However, just as she’d get interested in the vine, she’d decide that eating a leaf would be more fun right now and diverted her attention. So in order to show Syd that the kitten was okay I had to climb under the porch, grab the idiot kitten no, I like calling her and idiot better, and drag her out. We then brought her inside where she proceeded to pounce on Al, run around like a loon and act all kitteny. She basically thinks she just had an interesting adventure.

We’re still going to take her to the vet, in about half an hour. I intend to tell them to give her lots of shots and other traumatic things. Teach her for treating a fall from a second story window as no big deal.

Now just to prove she isn’t dead, I present the following photographs. Sorry none of them are of her reading today’s news paper or giving a review of Public Enemies or anything like that.




Here you can see the sole mark on her from the experience. A small scrape on her muzzle.


And a better shot.


This isn’t a photo of the damage, but it was such a nice shot I thought I’d share it. I’ve still got the full sized version so I may turn that into a wallpaper.


Don’t know whether to cuddle her or throttle her. Probably pretend to cuddle her and then throttle her.


And then Fancy heard I was taking pictures and wanted in on the action.