Trauma in Tata

Today was a day full of craziness – the candies, the Cupid Shuffle, being Googled… but it was all capped off by a trauma suffered this afternoon.  I was outside on my balcony talking to my parents via video chat.  I was trying to let them hear the propane man’s song – the one that sounds like the ice cream man but it’s definitely not ice cream – and I left the door open from the apartment to the balcony.  Now, sometimes Boo (I haven’t really given her a name so I just call her Boo) gets running so fast that she can’t stop and she slides around on the floor.  Today happened to be one of those days – BUT – as I was talking to my parents on the computer outside, she came tearing out of the apartment and sailed right over the edge of the balcony – to the ground three stories below.  Luckily there is a tended garden there, so the dirt is a little softer, but I saw her land and it wasn’t pretty.  I hung up on my parents because she had gone over board and I ran downstairs to try and find her.  She was cowering below a tomato plant – I had to go over the fence – into the land lady’s garden (she hates me already anyways) and peel Boo out from under the tomato plant.  Keep in mind that I don’t even know if you can have cats in this apartment, and I was afraid that someone would have spotted a flying cat… yikes.  She was a bit dirty, and shaking a bit when I picked her up, but I got her back upstairs safely and she’s been sleeping since.  She got up and played for about 10 minutes, but she has become more calm since the incident.  I know I’m not always that fun, but a suicide attempt day three?  Seriously.  I have included pictures of the three inch space she went through, and the view to the ground from my balcony.  Poor thing… the last picture is of her sleeping, post trauma.  She isn't dead in the pic.