So,this morning around 4a.m. I'm stumbling thru the kitchen from the bathroom heading back the the couch and hear my cat meowing,,, it's dark and I hand check the chair she hangs out on,,, nope,,,check the table she looks out the window, not there either,, check the corner where 8-10 M-T 30 packs of bud are heaped,,,why would she be there

(she does curl up in the bathroom sink sometimes),, so I turn on the kitchen light to end this quandary,,, BOOM their she was slunk out on top of the beer fridge (and I had to cut out the bottom of the overhanging cabinet /re-floor it just to get that double door outfit stuffed in there) just how in the hell she got up there on that 8" exposed edge I have no clue, but there she was ,,,looking down on me, grinning/ swishing her tail all proud of herself