Not on purpose, obviously. But it scared the living hell out of both of us.
Emmy had followed me upstairs earlier when I went up to take a shower, and hadn’t come back down - since she usually likes to sit next to me and watch TV at night, he decided to bring her back down when he went upstairs to get something.
We live in an older house, so our stairs are sort of split - there are about five stairs down from the upstairs, a landing, and then another ten stairs or so to the bottom. He got to the landing, took two steps, and then our other cat decided to get underfoot. Oscar went under ElzaHub’s feet, and tripped him.
The next thing I know, I see this tabby cat flying down the stairs, about six feet in the air. She landed on her feet, but rolled a little and ran into the closet door at the bottom of the stairs. ElzaHub didn’t fall, but he nearly went tumbling down the stairs himself. We’re not sure if he lost his grip on her, or if she jumped out of his arms, but I swear to God, seeing her flying through the air was about the scariest thing I’ve ever freakin’ seen. Cats are not meant to fly.
She ran under the dining room table and wouldn’t let me see her, but I finally got her into the office and under the desk where I could look at her. I checked her paws and legs to see if anything seemed to hurt her, and she didn’t act like anything was hurt. She spent the rest of the night watching Fear Factor and Last Comic Standing on the couch, curled up next to me, and she seems to be back to her normal little self. We’re pretty sure it just knocked the wind out of her and scared the crap out of her (not to mention us). She’s come upstairs to bed with me, and just gave me a little F-you meow for daring to scoot her over so I had foot room, so that’s normal.
However, let’s just say she got some extra food and treats tonight for that. :smack: ElzaHub’s been feeling guilty all night.