by Carol Gitto

Created on: April 02, 2009

I never owned a cat and wasn't too particular on the idea of sharing a bathroom with one the thought of having to view her fecal matter was not enticing to me, however I rescued a small kitten one evening brought it home and named her Zeba. As Zeba matured into adulthood I was noticing strange meowing "curdle your milk" whines from my cat until I found out that my cat needed a mate. I lived on the tenth floor of a beautiful condo overlooking Key Biscayne, Florida and my cat enjoyed the view as well so she would rest up on the windowsill every night. It was a cool breezy evening and it also was the time that Zeba was making those "I need a mate" meows so I decided to open my window to give her a little sea breeze to cool her off. It was horrendous to have to listen to her whining for a MALE I just looked at her and told her that her and I were in the same boat together so let's ride this out.

The next morning as I was making coffee waiting for my cat to come and pounce on me for her breakfast, I noticed it had been some time since I had seen her so I started looking for her throughout the house opening cabinets and drawers nervously I even opened the refrigerator just in case, she was absolutely no where to be found inside. I headed outside thinking maybe she had gotten out the front door. I proceeded to walk out to the beach thinking maybe she was enticed by the smell of the Sea, I then went out around by the pool area and noticed some workers up high on a scaffold painting the building so I yelled out to them "Have you seen a cat wondering out here" as I described my cat to the workers one man looked down to me and in broken English he yelled out "Oh Lady You Have Flying Cat" I said "WHAT" again he repeated "You Have Flying Cat, I see you cat fly out window and go to third floor" it sleeping now". Oh My God I thought the cat must be SPLAT dead, I didn't have the courage to go up to my tenth floor condo to take a look down, so again I looked up and in my quivering voice I said "Is my cat sleeping or is it dead" the worker replied "Oh no cat sleeping" Then I said to him "Please can you bring the cat to me" The nice latin looking man lowered the scaffold down to the third floor and as he picked my cat up to the scaffold the cat looked down and it quickly stretched out all four paws as if it was doing the parachute jump and screeched in a loud meow as if to say "OH MY GOD THREE MORE FLOORS TO GO"

Oddly enough the cat never went back up on the windowsill and I finally took her to the vet to be spayed!

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