But he's OK. As I'd said, it was bound to happen. He'd fallen to the pool deck, one floor below.
I was frantic. The pool deck is closed for repairs, but the security guard gave me the key and, after much cajoling on my part, Lucky (who was also frantic) let me catch him and take him back upstairs. He's happy to be home, watching TV now.
I don't know what I'm going to do. Maybe try to rig up some obstacles so he can't get access to the narrow ledge on the other side of the railing. It must have been slippery with dust from the counter guys cutting the stone out there on Monday.
P.S. Lucky just freaked out over the sound of the ice being dumped into the storage bin by the ice maker in the fridge. Mind you, he came here toward the end of July, after the kitchen had been effectively decommissioned, on July 2. He's also concerned/fascinated about the new water supply at the kitchen sink. Wait till he hears the dishwasher (which isn't that loud, actually).
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