The Disastrous Consequences of Fearful Choices (aka, Life Lessons I Learn From My Cat, Part 2)

This is a story about what happens when we allow fear and panic to fuel our decisions.

And . . . . it’s another story about Tino, and the life lessons I learn from my cat.

For those of you following, my one-and-a-half-year-old kitty has recently survived her third horrifying free fall. Her third.

The first fall occurred as she was playing (hunting? exploring? ) on the second story of my condo building. A maintenance man she doesn’t like (nor do I — he gives off bad vibes), was climbing the outside stairwell and heading her way.

With no open condo door to run through, and lacking the courage to run past him on the stairs — the only exit — her fear and desperation drove her to leap from the 2 ndfloor balcony, crashing onto the bushes below.

I was nearby, and she only had to yowl in fear once before I ran down the stairs myself, scooped her up, and carried her home. She was okay. Only a little scared and shaken. So was I.

The second fall was more spectacular and death-defying.

She was fighting with a stray cat that stalks these grounds, except the fight took place on the roof of my building, 4 stories high. This feral cat is also black…