At one time I had a treadmill. It was in the basement Family Room, next to the bar. The cat liked to sit on the bar and watch me run.
One day, he decided to jump on my shoulders from the bar, then fell off, hit the treadmill belt and was flung into the wall behind us. WHOMP!
He only did that once. (He was OK; lived to a ripe old age.)
Sorry this family is going through this. Maybe Harry Reid can advise them on these types of accidents. ;)
So glad that had a happy ending! Our town is having a huge animal shelter scandal. Don’t think I can take anymore depressing animal news.
Check your mail.