A falling cat? I’ve tried bunches of times. Never had much luck. The few times I did catch the kitty, it was pretty awkward.
Well, last night in the garage, a couple of cats were looking up at the rafters. I looked up, didn’t see anything. Then I walked to the other side of the garage and got a better view.
Captain was hanging on. He was trying to pull himself up, but wasn’t having any luck. There were a bunch of electrical cords in the way (for the lights). I went under, held my hands up and told him I’d catch him. He tried once or twice more to climb back up (I don’t know how long he’d been like this), he turned his head, looked down at me and my outstretched hands and let go.
I caught him. Perfectly. His back cradled nicely in my hands, my thumbs on one side of his spine, one towards his butt, one towards his head , my fingers on the other hand his spine was in the palm of my hands. I held him to me for a couple of minutes, giving him some rubbing and stroking, kisses on his head and told him what a fine, brave kitty cat he’d been.
Then I put him on the floor.
I think he wasn’t overly traumatized, poor guy.
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