Three floors straight down, giving the downstairs neighbours an awful early morning shock, as they were confronted with a shocked cat with a mouth full of foaming blood, and us an urgent drive down to the vet.
Calli is one lucky beast, as the X-rays showed that the only damage was a few broken teeth - not the broken jaw we were fearing. So she's home now, after some emergency dentistry, gumming down her food as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile we have put netting all round the roof terrace, to make sure it doesn't happen again....
Time to breathe again...