Mandu the Intrepid

Before we moved to our current home in Durham, we lived in a little ground-floor flat just outside Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Converted recently from an old terraced house, it was equipped with stout doors, and Mandu would regularly leap, using assorted pieces of furniture on her way, to sit proudly atop the one separating the hallway and living room. She would often spend quite some time up there, surveying her subjects in a superior fashion, and then descend when it suited her, either via the same route in reverse or simply the quick way - straight to the ground in a single leap (of ~ 2 metres from ceiling to carpet, with no ill effects ever suffered).

When we moved to a house and were able to spread our furniture out a little more, Mandu's athletic jumps were temporarily thwarted, but today, for the first time as far as I know, she discovered it was possible to scale the heights of the new living room door by virtue of a small bookcase and a large amount of luck. It's about half as thick as the previous door and obviously not as comfortable to settle down upon for any length of time, so rather than linger up there she merely picked her way along it as if it were a circus tightrope and then daintily leaped down to the ground, but the triumph was clearly visible on her face.