the cat came back!

Unbelievable.
So three days ago, the cat defenestrated herself - leapt from balcony of our 9th floor flat - and as we found out moments ago, she survived! The physicists were right: she reached terminal velocity, instinct kicked in, and she walked away unharmed.
We used to sing a song at CPEC in Dhaka when I was little. "But the cat came back, the very next day, they thought he was a gonner but the cat came back, 'cause he couldn't stay away..."

Well, Monkey is back - she was filfthy, and had lost all her apartment-cat fat in three days... so it turns out she's probably not best suited for the wild.

As you could gather from my previous post, I wasn't too beat up about the little creature's flight. Alyssa and I spent our morning runs chuckling about what intensity of mating instinct it must take to possess a cat to leap from nine stories high. Alyssa's refrain over the last few days has been, "Oh Monkey, will we every see your furry orange face again, or hear your plaintive mew?" And we both admitted that chances were slim. Fatema (Monkey's more kind-hearted mother) refused to up hope, and she posted signs around our building with Monkey's picture. Apparently a guard from the next building over said that they'd seen a new orange cat added to their mix of felines over there, so Fatema headed over there this evening. I was definitely dubious. The only way Monkey would have gotten out of the building would have been to leap, and with all the barbed wire walls and concrete, I just couldn't see the terminal velocity rule working out for her...

I'd just finished making dinner tonight when Fatema's voice entered the flat, "Monkey's home!"

Unbelievable.

It's definitely her. There are lots of orage cats in Bangladesh, but there's only one orange Monkey. Her orange fur was turned quite grey, but Ms. Fatema took care of that with some Pantene ProV.

Happy reunion....

for Fatema and Monkey at least.