When cats turn nine.

This weekend WG and I were discussing angling a future 5' cabinet diagonally across the corner of the living room. It's going to be right by Monte's 5' "command post." We both knew Monte would hop from the command post to the cabinet.

"I dunno, honey. Won't Monte fall back there?" WG frowned.

"No," said I. "Cats have good balance."

Just then Monte attempted a vertical leap from the floor to the table, missed, and fell.

Point taken.