A couple of girls tried to save my cat today. As a result, they might very well have gotten him killed.
Let me explain. Ever since Ender got run over by a car last year, I'm not allowing him outside anymore, except for the balcony. Since Ender has the same level of motor control I have after 8 pints of lager, he is always fitted with a harness which will make sure that when he stumbles from the balcony, he won't plummet to his death. Instead, the harness is attached to an elastic rope which will cushion the drop. Also, the harness of course fits below his forelegs, to prevent him from suffocating.
Well, today, when I was on the phone for a few minutes, Ender apparently fell down. A few neighbourhood girls saw my cat, and figured he was going to choke to death. There was no danger of that whatsoever, but without trying to ring my doorbell they cut him loose, and off went my cat. They could have checked then if I was at home (the balcony door was bloody open), but did neither.
Ender is not used to the outside world at all, so when I found him after roaming through the neighbourhood for about an hour or so, he was absolutely petrified. I'd never seen him scared like this before.
Figures. There's plenty of cars that drive way too fast. He might have been injured or worse - it's not like nothing has ever happened to him before.
Of course, I rechecked his restraint when I got home. It was absolutely fine - except for the really sturdy knot I had to use to reattach it to the rope.
All's well that ends well I guess, though my stomach is still filled with the same nauseating fear I felt when he was run over last year.
Cat's purring again though.