One leg straight out, the other got force folded behind me.

It was surreal lying there at the bottom of the stairs until the stench wave pulled me out of my stupor.

The right shoe is arguably ruined. I was wearing shorts so at least I could wash my leg off but there's six or more feet of carpeted stairs I need to see if can be sanitized so the first humid day doesn't re-activate it.

I keep the litter boxes clean and have no explanation for the behavior other than he wanted to see me die.

Cats!