Sunday afternoon I was standing in the kitchen holding the cat when he showed a decided desire to climb on top of the fridge. All right, I thought, and let him up. From thence he found his way onto the kitchen cabinets, which end about a foot below the ceiling.
He had a grand time for a while, wandering up and down and exploring.
Also, collecting a great deal of dust.
Then he decided he wanted to come down and realised he didn't know how. At this point he got a little worried, and looked at me anxiously. But when I climbed on a chair to help him down he swatted at me and wouldn't let me touch him.
He had to be coaxed with a treat.
He was absolutely covered in dust.
And as soon as I got him down, he was sitting on the dog food box, staring longingly upwards. Apparently he has acquired a taste for heights.