As I made it to the bottom step from the upstairs after hearing a crash, I see my cat walking behind the fallen standing fan. Ugh, cats. They always mess with you like this. I walk over to the fan and start picking it up, when I see my cat hiding behind the bathroom door. My cat. I look between the two identical looking cats, one behind the door and one next to the fan. Next to me. My cat was always the scared one in any situation. I’m still mid-way picking up the fan, so I start again. Then, a hand, from what seems to be the fan, catches my wrist.