At the moment our home is enveloped by scaffolding for work that's being done on the leaking roof. It never occurred to us that the cats might think we'd erected one massive climbing frame for them, but of course that's just what they thought.
|Arlo seems to be more interested in my knitting basket than swinging from |
the rafters, thank goodness
P and I only found out about this a couple of hours later, after wondering why Django hadn't appeared for his breakfast. Knowing what an incorrigible adventurer he is and that he wouldn't ever miss a meal if he could help it, we were wondering what had happened to him. So P thought he'd ask the builders first of all, not really expecting anything to come of it, but he was then regaled with the alarming story of his accident and told he'd picked himself up and scurried off on three legs!
|Arlo is so chilled, I swear I found him sitting in the chair exactly like this|
So off to the vet's again, where it was duly ascertained that no bones were broken or dislocated and thankfully, after a thorough examination, Django was sent home with some anti-inflammatories. Phew! What a relief.
|Django licking his wounds on the evening after the fall|
In his brief two years on the planet, Django must have used up at least three of his nine cat lives. The first episode was not long after we got him when he went missing for 24 hours and only after diligent and persistent searching did we find him locked in a neighbour's garage in the next street. Full story here. Another life was lost about a year ago when he was run over, presumably by the dustbin van outside our home. This was a terrible incident and took three months and many many visits and stayovers at the vets. It's at times like these that you're glad to have taken out pet insurance as the total bill for this was around £2000! More about this episode here.
Fingers crossed all will be quiet on the Django front for a while now - here's hoping he won't be needing any more of his six remaining lives in the near future!