You’re all familiar with Minny the Ibizan who repeatedly jumped on my chest until I ‘came back’ when the house filled with smoke as I slept.
I wound up with severely bruised ribs and double pneumonia from smoke inhalation but I’m alive to tell the tale.
I don’t know how she knew ‘cardiac massage’ but I’ve always figured God had a hand [paw?] in it.
Darling ‘mander, your stories are always so great! You’re like a cat with 9 lives!
We call it *HOG* [Hand-of-God] incidents. There’s no explanation.