About the cat.
As that time in the summer, in the middle of the day, our very-very homely and so cowardly cat fell out of the open window. It was not high, plus under the window was small, but very thick tree.
We know that the cat was not at home, and on the street, almost immediately - the terrible, some faraway cries coming from the courtyard. We immediately rushed to the window... that's what we saw.
Our cat hanging on a tree, tripped over a branch. Branch under his weight bent almost to the ground, therefore - hanging it in the earth, and his eyes popping, wildly yelling. And around him, circle all sit local homeless cats and carefully examined.
Coming down on the street, pried up the bal-a-myth from the tree (together with the branch) and brought it home.