Cats can't fly.
Wyatt tested the theory yesterday. He was on the verandah (remember, high set house - verandah + railing is roughly 12 feet) out the front. I was inside watching him through the window. I watched him pick up the kitten, carry him to the edge, and throw him over the edge. I think I've only just now stopped shaking. I felt sick for the rest of the day. God only knows how the cat must have felt. He's alive though...seems ok. Don't know how many lives he used up in the process.
But it's ok...because he said sorry!
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