My dad uses a cane, and it was resting on the stairs. Somehow, it fell on Quill (I think he was doing his daily races around the house), the hook end caught his neck and Quill panicked. He ran down the basement with the cane still around his neck and I had to go find him ... He managed to get the darned thing off but he didn't come upstairs for about twenty minutes. He was pretty jittery, and still is ... Poor babyboy ... I love him dearly but he's not the most er - agile kit around...! I'm giving him some extra loving right now. He's still a little scared, but he's coming around.
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11/18/06 at 11:00am