It's 3 am - Do You Know Where Your Cat Is?

I am old.  I am crusty.  I am, after all, a curmudgeon.

But I have a soft side (something I try to keep hidden - for the image and all).  It turns out I have a soft spot for cats.  They are furry little wonders, being adorable and such (mostly at mealtimes as things turn out).

Tiger, the Wonder Cat is a whole different matter - hunter supreme, tree climber, jumper beyond belief and more.  We actually have his food dish way up high - on top of the fridge, so Scruffy, on a perpetual diet, can't get to it (she not being quite the athlete).

To my point: it is 3 a.m., I am up, grumpy, and in search of iced tea.  Naturally, I open the refrigerator door.  Oops, there was a Tiger up there quietly munching kabibbles.  He is suddenly flown into space.  Does he fall seven feet down and hurt himself?  No, he jumps OVER MY HEAD and lands on the counter, as if nothing happened.

I, on the other hand, quietly passed out.  As I recall, there was a loud thud involved when I said Hi! to the floor.