Sparkle has a traumatic moment... Again!

GUILT... Last night we were due to babysit for Mike and Sarah and looking forward to a nice easy evening in their amazing house. "I'll just call the kittens inside" I said to JT, thinking 'that will only take a second!' Yeah right.

Sparkle came running in, but no sign of Twinkle, so I adopted that rather embarrassing 'cat voice' that you do when trying to coax animals into obedience and started calling "Twinkleeee!! Twinkle!! " as if impersonating 'Sue' from Sooty and Sweep. It didn't work. I started to shake the crunchies and that didn't work either.

By this time Sparkle had finished her crunchies and jumped back onto the window sill to go out again. I reached out to grab her which made her jump with surprise. She slipped right off the window sill and fell straight down to the basement!!!

Now anyone who has looked out of our bathroom window (weirdos?!) will know that this is a pretty big drop due to the height of our ceilings. Under our window is another bathroom window and then a drop down to the ground. It was pitch black and I couldn't see her. I started calling out "Sparkle!!" like Sue on speed, and JT wired up a lamp to shine down there. I couldn't hear anything and then suddenly a tiny "Mmmmup? Mowfmmmf?" Phew, she was alive. I was really worried that she might have broken a leg or something so I shone the torch down to find a bewildered little face staring up.

She was walking delicately around in a pile of yuck (leaves, rubbish, etc) so JT heroically grabbed the ladder, climbed over the Victorian(?) spiky iron railings risking life, limb, the crown jewels and everything! Just as he had started walking down the slope that goes to their bathroom windowsill and then drops down vertically, Sparkle managed to get the idea and rescued herself.

Thankfully she is ok, if a little relieved to be back inside. I felt awful :-(