Well, Puzzle just jumped out of a second storey window. He's given to cases of the "kitty crazies" and was running around as usual, when he jumped off the back of the chair and went straight through the screen! I couldn't believe it! I ran downstairs and out into the garden in bare feet, and I could hear him hollering from the middle of the thorn bush that grows under the window. The poor thing is scared to death of being outside anyway, and I'm sure that drop into the poke-bush didn't help. Well I didn't know if he was impaled on a branch or all full of broken bones or what, so concerned mommy that I am, I charged straight into the middle of the bush in my shorts, tank top, and bare feet. I broke a few of the branches so I could get down to where he was. I finally found him and grabbed him, and brought him back inside. He seems none the worse for the wear, but I took a pretty serious beating. I think we're both going to take a nap and calm down. Let the adrenaline wear off.