He's okay now but last night Monte decided to try his paw at sky diving. We were sitting in the living room calm as can be and all of a sudden he just leapt up and bolted out the sliding door leading out onto the balcony. In a flash he was gone. A woman out for a walk saw it all and was able to point me in the direction he went. I ran to look for him but didn't have to go far. He made it up the first and second flight of stairs and was sitting on the landing before the third just as I made it out the front door. He just waited for me to come pick him up then let me carry him up that last flight into the apartment. Inside he calmly let me hold him for a bit before wanting to be let down. I gave him a quick once over before letting him go but nothing too thorough, just enough to check for any bleeding, obvious signs of injury. I didn't want to do anything that might scare him more, cause him to run away from me. Anyhow after I set him down he just calmly walked over to one of his resting spots and laid low.
I called J and asked her to call the vet. They were able to get him in this morning. Well he is living testament to the fact that cats really do have nine lives. They said he's one lucky guy no obvious signs of injury. He doesn't even appear to have so much as a slight sprain, nothing upon exam, nothing on x-ray. This after taking a three story plunge! They gave him some medication to help with any pain well as infection just in case. It's cool the pills are disguised as cat treats and he just gobbles them up. So no having to struggle to get him to take his meds and that's a relief. The kids are going to help me put something up to help keep anything like this from happening again. You'd think this would terrify him enough to keep him off balconies for the rest of his life but no. He just keeps standing at the slider, whining and crying, begging to be let out. Who knows maybe he just wants more kitty drugs and thinks since it worked so well for him the last time, hey it's worth a shot, what can it hurt to try?
