...while Elevenish and I played our nightly game of "I'm gonna get that kitty", then segued to brushing my teeth to get ready for bed--cue for her to jump on the toilet water container, onto my shoulders and up onto the shower stall railing where her go-to act is to utter the woeful, forlorn noises of a female cat in distress, plaintively imploring me, who was just trying to "get" her, to rescue her from her predicament, adamantly refusing the six-inch leap onto my shoulders and safety even as she has made a flying cat leap from that height while I stood three feet away and if I leave her there (as I often do) makes the Great Leap from that height onto the bathroom floor with no difficulty.😂