I was lying in bed just now when I saw a dark shape fly past my window, and slam into the glass just outside, eye-level with my bed. The thud was so strong that the pictures on my wall shook, and the windows rattled. Currie and I were both startled, and I looked out the window fearfully - I had a sickening feeling that I was going to see a person. Instead (and not any better), it was a dead kitty who had fallen or been thrown over a balcony. I haven't stopped crying since. The police have arrived with the SPCA, but as the 911 dispatcher made me check on the cat a few times, it's clear it didn't survive. The dispatcher said that was probably for the best. Right now I am extremely thankful for the screen door which keeps my own kitten from venturing out on the balcony.

I had to go outside and give a statement to the police. I put Currie Cat in the spare room with the door shut, which the 911 dispatcher had recommended, in case officers needed to come into my suite. Currie Houdini did her usual tricks however and managed to escape, and stood at the screen door to the balcony, yowling and me and the police offices in the courtyard below. Slightly embarrassing and kind of funny, but I'm too tearful and heartsick about the other poor kitty to really make light of much at the moment. Currie did catch sight of the little cat on the glass and looked and me in wonder. How to explain to a cat? I think I'll just give her a treat instead?