This was the scene and the reconstructed course of chaos of Queen Korat the 11th.

Her Majesty's recent favorite napping place is on the green Publix bag obscured by the cat icon next to the kitchen window. This was the Original Position.

My role in the mayhem was unwitting co-trigger. I walked into the kitchen for reasons obliterated from memory by what followed. Simultaneous with this provocation, a neighbor's door closed heavily. Eleven then took the course described by the parabola, immediately doubling back over the stove, leaping onto the counter and finally spinning out on my papers knocking a quantity of them to the floor and looking up at me accusingly. "Are you an insane animal?" was what I thought to say.