Crash!

Not the sort of sound you want to wake up to - however, it was slightly muffled, suggesting the basement rather than, say, the dining room china cabinet... So, sans contact lenses, the human goes downstairs, and sure enough, the "shelving" which consisted of pots and old table leaves, precariously balanced, which never-the-less had stood for more than a decade, is now, well, not... Kittened, of course. Human's response is to - panic! Where are the kittens?? Cyrrie surfaces as the human walks through the kitchen (possibility of food, right). But where is Cloud??? One step away from popping the top off a can of Fancy Feast, the human resports to the laser pointer, and Cloud, unharmed, comes running, and joyfully rumpusses up and down the hall, chasing that favorite little red spot. IAGTTC.