"What the???" David, Rissa and I all turn towards the laundry closet, from whence the sound emerged. When had we docked a ship back there and how had it broken free from its moorings?
"What was that?" We all look at each other, on the cusp of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spocking for who gets to discover the damage.
"I'll go," I offer. I creep towards the area of the ruckus. The box that holds the dryer sheets and lingerie bags is now on the floor - the accordion drying rack is askew on the wall. On the stacked dryer sits Lola, the smallest of our cats. The dryer sits at least 6.5 feet off the floor. The upright freezer from which she obviously jumped, upon which the laundry accouterments rested, is at least 5.5 feet high (165cm).
"How did you get up there?" I ask.
"Is that Lola?"
"It is. She's on the dryer."
"How did she get up there?"
"I think she jumped up onto the freezer and then bounced from there to the dryer." I look at Lola "Is that what you did?" I ask.
Lola remains coquettishly silent. She's our cat who can jump straight up in the air and then insert herself perpendicularly at that ascent. No scrabbling, no clawing. It's kinda spectacular.
Or at least I thought it was until I saw this video. If Lola has a shot at the 2018 Cat Olympics we're going to have to up her game.