So I’m in the living room reading last night, and I look up from my book just to see something white go past my window on its way down (I’m on the second floor of a three-storey building). Then I hear a big thump.

I go outside to see what the upstairs neighbors are throwing out their windows, but there’s nothing on the ground. Then I start hearing anguished, lost meows from under my balcony. Oh-no-oh-no-oh-no… it was a cat that fell! I’m looking for it, not really wanting to see. I ring the neighbor’s bell (cute in that gay way so many men have around here). “Tu m’niaises-tu?!!”, he says. Yeah, I ring stranger’s bells all the time, dude.

By the (very short) time he makes it down to the second floor to meet me, the cat’s already back up to the second floor as well, looking at us with this “what?” look.

C’est drôle un chat.