So she's up on the cabinets, and walks over to the edge at the right of the sink, and looks down at me doing dishes. I see her body tense up, and see her looking at the cabinets across the way, and she's thinking about leaping over the gap. There's not enough space there; she'll hit the ceiling.
"No. no no no no no. Please? Bad idea. No. Please?"
I go back to my dishes, look up again... and she's over on the other side. I shake my head and ask her "How did you do that?" She wanders around there for a little while, and then, with me watching, carefully tightropes her way back across the curtain rod.
This is why I'm glad that I'm not having human children. The feline ones are nerve-wracking enough.
