I love them all.
More…more!!
And, now, the story of how one of my old cats nearly killed my father.
When my wife and I got married, she had a cat and a dog. The cat was a grey tabby named Mercury – so named because he had a loud, intense purr, which my wife first described as “sounding like a Mercury outboard engine.” We’d bring the animals with us when we’d go up to Green Bay to visit my family.
This was around '94 or so; my sister was living with my parents, along with her daughter (my niece), who was about 2 years old. My father had gone into the kitchen with my niece, to make a snack for her, which consisted of pouring some Goldfish crackers into a bowl.
Well, the sound of Goldfish being poured into a bowl sounded an awful lot like cat kibble being poured into a bowl, and that sound summoned Mercury. As my father turned to hand the bowl to my niece, and went to take a step, he suddenly realized that there was a 15-pound grey cat where he was about to place his foot. My dad lost his balance, and fell – as he fell, he hit the center island of the kitchen with the side of his chest.
I was outside walking the dog, when my wife was suddenly yelling at me from the front door of my parents’ house. “Your dad just fell!!”
I came inside, and helped my dad to his feet. “I broke a rib!” (My dad has broken like six or seven ribs over his life; he’s really familiar with what it feels like.) He made me drive him to the hospital, and groaned and shouted at me every time we hit a bump.
My daughter had a stacked dryer on top of a washer in her last apartment. The door to the dryer was maybe 6’ off the floor. One day she left it open. Guess what the cat did? How did he get that high? There was nothing to step on. She had to up on a ladder to pry him out.
You can’t really lay all the blame on the cat. After all, wasn’t it already cracked?
Just unlimited.
How I love unlimited.
I have one of those stacked units in my apartment. The dryer door is about 53" from the ground at the bottom edge, and the washer sticks out a few inches. It’s not unheard of for Princess Allie to be spotted in the open dryer if there are clean clothes in there for her to nest in (no, I do not always unload the laundry equipment promptly 
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I won’t tell FCM if you don’t.
Pretty sure she knows. 
Way late - but back in my high school days, we had the upstairs bathroom worked on. Hadn’t seen the cat in a while, and then mom heard her crying (which was unusual). We searched around the house, trying to triangulate the sound.
Finally, I’m upstairs in the bathroom, mom is downstairs below it. I call down “she’s below me” just as mom calls out “she’s above me”. Steve the handyman/contractor (small town) popped right over to pull up some floor, and she hopped right out.