I’m beginning to wonder if we are cursed or something…

Last night we were sitting in the living room with the animals, and Wednesday (AKA Fatty Lump O’Cat) decided that she could make it from the back of the couch to the cat tower in the dining room. There was a loud scrabbling thud as she found out she most definitely could NOT. She was OK, but the noise startled Simon, who we are pretty sure had been laying in the living room at the time. He leapt sideways a few feet, apparently hurting both his left front and left back legs in the process (the right back is the one he broke 6 weeks ago) and we think he may have seriously hurt his left back leg. We crated him for the night and are now on the way to the Vet’s AGAIN. We never did figure out how he broke his leg before (usually a femoral head fracture is the result of very hard impact, typically seen after animals are hit by cars or fall from high places, but he was inside, we were home, and we never heard a thing) and now he seems to have seriously injured himself right in front of our eyes, simply by getting spooked and jumping. We are starting to worry that there is something wrong with his bones.