My kitchen is built with space between cupboards and ceiling, and quickly claimed as feline heaven for all who are agile. I say this, as contrary to most popular beliefs, not all cats are extremely agile. Zoe, cursed with stubby legs, only ventures to those heights when being pursued with intention of being stuffed into a cat carrier. She somehow gets an extra shot of energy propelling herself up onto that refrigerator top and the security those lofty heights afford. Of course, Mommy has a tall step stool, so that security is all too brief.
Jesse is the agilest feline I have ever set my eyes upon. His removal routine from lofty heights was to walk out to the end of door top edge, and jump to counter or floor below with a thunderous thud that would wake the dead and make your hair stand up on end from shock. This most persistent and unfortunate behavior eventually led to his demise as king-of-the-air due to arthritic complications. Well, I've deviated from the original story line quite well, so let's get back to the intended tale.