You just reminded me of something. When my husband was at Texas A&M we lived in an upstairs apartment. Our cat jumped for the window sill. The window was open, no screen, the cat went down. I raced down the stairs, not knowing what I would find.
The cat landed on all fours, like cats do but he was completely shocked. Eyes wide open, stiff as a board and after I carried him up stairs, he hid under the bed until the next day.
Lol. Our cat dramatically used at least 2 of his nine lives in the place we lived. He also rolled out the window (no screens) after the previous adventure. Mr G went and got him, and he clung to the low spot (old place, as I said) in the living room floor for a while. Then he would drag himself up on the sofa, and when he jumped down to the floor he would collapse in a heap. The vet (who we couldn’t afford) said he was faking.