I think a strong gust of wind hit me. I tried to dig my claws in, but I fell off.
The lady was inside the house and did not realize right away what had happened. She heard some sounds on the balcony like a thud and scrape, but that is not unusual because I like using that wicker chair as a scratching post and I sometimes get the crazies and hang onto the wooden shutter or window screen, and even kick that big old chair around. But something about it did not sound quite right to the lady so she came out onto the balcony. She said, "Mr. Black, are you okay? Where are you?" I then came running up the stairs and I had mud on my head and other parts of me. She knew right then that I had fallen and she was very distressed and started checking me all over, feeling my legs and tummy and back and talking to me in a very soothing voice. The only thing wrong with me was that I had shredded the sheathing on the claws of my left foot. I was walking okay and everything. I was a little shaken up and wouldn't leave the lady's side. She wiped the mud off of me, but as you can see from the photos, she missed a little.
|I'm okay. Just a little mud the lady missed.|
|She missed some mud on my head and ears.|
She made an inspection of the railing where I fell from, and where I landed (luckily, I landed in soft mud and not on some bricks surrounding the cypress tree nearby). It was pretty soft there, and cleared of rocks because the lady had recently dug a trench and buried some pvc pipe in there. That was lucky for me!
|I landed just to the right of the Italian Cypress.|
|This is the mud where I landed.|
She made a big fuss over me for quite a while, and gave me some treats and some of my favorite kibble. That was enough excitement for one day. I'm taking a nap on my big pile of comforters.