It's the cats that are fearless, not me. Every time they pull this little stunt of "wriggle through the banister just to prove we can and take a good long gander at what's downstairs" I about have a fit. I've started to learn that they won't jump. They're just looking. Now someone just needs to tell my overactive imagination (what if one skidded into the other? Or they were scared by a loud noise and lost their balance? Or that 1.8 earthquake from today were to strike right under the house?) and that place in my gut that feels like it drops out to just chill out and go to a happy place. A happy place with itsy bitsy spaces between bannister railings.
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