Last night I went to my friends Mutt and TJ's house. Mutt and I were in the kitchen, and their younger cat, Cow, jumped on top of the fridge and kicked open the freezer door and knocked over a wine glass that TJ's sister decorated for her and which she treasures very much. I stood up when he opened the freezer, and managed to catch the glass. Then I picked up Cow and tossed him behind me onto the floor. Normally, this would have been fine, because he is a robust kitten and is well prepared for far higher jumps than I was giving him. What happened is he hit the back of Mutt's chair before he landed on the floor. I was turned around, so I did not see what happened. I thought he jumped onto the chair and then onto the floor. Actually, he hit his head and neck on the back of the wooden chair. Mutt saw it, and he was angry with me and told me not to treat his cat so carelessly. I felt TERRIBLE. I couldn't believe that I had been so reckless with a cat that I really love. The upshot is that Cow is FINE, and I apologized formally. I still feel really guilty, and this will haunt me for a long time. My mistakes come back to torment me while I am trying to go to sleep, even things going back to elementary school. I never forget.