Posted on 05/30/2009 9:26:22 AM PDT by JoeProBono
The unbelievable tale of a cat named Lucky -- who fell 26 stories and survived -- doesn't quite prove the myth but it comes pretty close. In early May, Keri Hostetler was readying her lower Manhattan apartment for guests who were coming to visit. She cracked the window of her home office a few inches -- something she "never, ever did" -- just to air the place out. She left the door to the room ajar and got to work on her laundry.
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What a funny lack of instinct. Or maybe they just expect you to swoop in and catch them ;)
Good Kitty!
Welfare recipients.
A couple of New York city vets that studied the fall of cats from the local high rises said that a cat was more likely to survive a 26 story fall than a three story fall.
The damage from the lower falls are easy to understand but the explanation for the better survival rate of the high falls is that the cat reaches terminal velocity anyway, but that after a point the cat relaxes and when it lands the blow is spread from it’s feet, legs and to its rib cage and belly, most of them die or at least are badly damaged, but some of them survive.
Okay. Now let’s try it off the Empire State.
Now that’s funny!
That is a good link, and does a much better job of explaining what I was trying to explain. Luckily I wasn’t too far off in my description, considering I only read an article on it about 15 years ago.
Cecil Adams generally does a good job. His archive of columns is well worth browsing through.
Whoever made that pic had an excellent imagination. I love my cats, but they’re no angels!
Well, at the time, Squeek was (I hope she's not watching as I type this) FAT! About 15 lbs. She tried to jump on the bed and for some reason I accidentally pushed her back and she landed wrong which resulted in the broken leg.
The vet I took her to wrapped her leg in some sort of cast which was supported by a rod which went up the leg and over the back and pretty much immobilized her. It was awful. $650.........That was Monday. She immediately stopped eating, could barely get to her litter box.
Thursday evening I called my sister and told her what happened and she immediately called her vet, who was also a personal friend, and he called me back at 10:00 p.m. that Thusday night and told me to bring squeek in the following morning.
When I brought her in, he couldn't believe what my vet had done to her. Squeek's leg was completely broken in half with a third piece of the bone floating free.
He told me to leave Squeek and what he would do is insert a rod down the entire lower leg, wrap it with a piece of wire to hold the broken off bone in place then put a protective wrap on the whole lower leg while it healed.
When I brought her home, she immediately started eating and drinking and she was mobile enough to start using her litter box again. About 6 or 8 weeks later, I took her back to the Vet, he removed the rod, stitched up the incision and the rest is history except for the fact that I put her on diet food and she is now down to her ideal fighting weight...........$1,200 but well worth it.
One of my kitties is bordering on fatness. My husband seems to be in denial about it (hmmmm...he is also overweight) but maybe if I tell him your story, he will work with me on slimming her down a little.
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