cats

We had a tiny basement and a small single room upstaira, both were mostly used as storage (and laundry for the basement). Our boy would spend most of his time hanging out with us, but sometimes he would go upstairs or downstairs just to yell his lungs out. Even though he was typically very affectionate, if I came to check on him he'd act kind of aggravated and run off, like you're not supposed to be here, gimme my space. Okay little man. I really don't know what that was about.

One night I was drifting off and my wife woke me saying "Did you hear that?" I said "No, what was it?" and she said "it souded like he screamed upstairs" and being a loving husband and cat dad I said "he always screams" and fell right back asleep. The next morning he had a mild limp so yeah, he fell off the rail edge partway down the stairs. I'm glad he healed up quick because this story would be a lot less funny to me.