Fractal Dreams

Sorry for the melodrama last time, it shouldn’t have spilled over here. Now off to more bizarre tales… this one is sure to make PAWS members cringe.

You see, near the back of our house is a really huge wall made out of hollow blocks and cement, that’s been there for as far as I can remember. It’s there to separate our plot of land from the neighboring houses, as you may have well figured out. I don’t know who lives in the other side, and I have really no reason to find out.

One perfectly normal night, I was alarmed by huge thud on the roof, followed by a distinct meow. (I guess by now you’ve realized what the title really meant.) So off I peep out of the window near the wall, and what do I see? A cat hanging on for dear life on the wall using nothing more that its claws. Panicking, I rush to get the floor mop (a wooden one) and I poked the handle end out of the window, thinking that maybe the little critter can hop on the stick and I can pull it indoors. Stupid logic, I know, but I was out of ideas. But the poor little feline mistook my attempt of helping for another  attack, and out of options, it decided to let go.

….Oh, don’t cry. The story’s not over yet.

And so off the cat fell, plunging to its death… or so it thought. A meter later, it was met by soft roofing tin, breaking its fall (but not with another sickening thud.). It’s meowing a few seconds after it fell, so I assumed it was all right. I tried looking for it but can’t find it, despite its incessant meowing. The next morning, I found it on the ground, roaming around aimlessly. Since we can’t keep cats anymore (we used to have a lot, now only Poopy’s left), I just gave it some breakfast, and let it loose outside our home. I figured it was tough enough to survive a fall, navigating a street shouldn’t be such a problem, since our neighborhood has plenty of nooks and crannies to hide in.

But it wasn’t over. That same night as the first cat grenade was thrown, another fell from the other side of the wall, this time landing on the roof of the house beside us. It was a kitten this time, and unlike the first one, there was no one story roof to break its fall should it try to jump to the ground. Again I tried the floor mop thing, but of course, it ran away. The next day, it was gone. I wonder to this day how it got off from two stories high.

And days turn into months, and months gave way to a new year…

And yet another thud. From the extreme opposite side from our Cat Grenade 2’s landing spot. Again, I couldn’t reach the poor critter, since I had to walk our generations-old roof to reach it, and I’m not exactly what you can call “lightweight”. Fortunately, it was close to the neighbors, who might have helped the critter get down. From what I have heard, the little thing’s been adopted, it now sports a pretty ribbon on its neck.

If the guy from the other side starts chucking puppies too, the idiom “It’s raining cats and dogs” is gonna take on a whole new meaning. What a sick bastard, eh?