Cassady has twice fallen from balconies. I shouldn't trust him anymore, but he seems to really be enjoying the scenery. I hate to cut him off.
Then again, if he lands in the bush two stories down, it'll cost me a fortune at the vet getting the stick removed from his rib cage.
Awww. I'll just leave him. Maybe he's older and wiser now.
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