I Thought They Had Outgrown This Sort of Thing

This morning, sitting at the computer, I heard a horrific crash right behind me. A heavy bookend and several heavy art books had managed to topple over, knocking askew an antique lamp and utterly crushing a weird little bowl that I was fond of... Cyrrie was in the room with me seconds before, and was nowhere to be found for at least an hour after, which is, of course, not the same as proof in the "kitten" court of law. (BTW, he was fine.) (Except for the vacuuming.)