Yesterday, I put Ninja, my 6 month old kitten, on my terrace on the 4th floor to keep Jenny, the newest kitten, company during the night. Early this morning, Ninja fell off the terrace and landed on the alleyway. My neighbors saw Ninja litter near my gate and then said he was scared and ran to the next alleyway (Vietnamese hate black cats so most likely he was chased away).
I just spoke with my neighbor and they realized it was my cat. Poor guy, I think Ninja will try to head back to my house tonight when he gets hungry.
I call NInja Buddha-cat sometimes since I see him around my two Buddhist in-house shrines a lot.