Ahahahaaa. Malcolm just launched himself off the balcony after a duck. One of the turkey-headed ducks, as a matter of fact. O, poor traumatized kitty. I had to hunt him down where he'd hidden himself in my neighbor's stairwell and smoochy-face him out, and he shook and meeped all the way back home. I swear to god, though, he went straight to the edge again as soon as we got in. I threatened him with the ultimate punishment, no playing in the shower ever again, and so far it's working. God, I just wanted a cat, you know? Crazy little bastard.
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