High above the kitchen is more like it, actually:

That would be one of Butter’s favorite spots in the new apartment: on top of the kitchen cabinets. (She gets there with a three-step jump: up onto the counter, then up onto the top of the fridge, and finally up onto the cabinet-top.) We’ve been trying to keep the cats off the kitchen surfaces, but it’s hard to catch her jumping up there, and nearly impossible to get her down once she succeeds; even I can barely reach that high, and she can easily squirm out of my reach if she wants to (which she generally does, since my reach means I’m trying to get her down from her favorite spot!).

Oh well, if you can’t fight ‘em, join ‘em, or in this case, take pictures of ‘em and admire their cuteness. Aww.

P.S. Just now, as I was cutting up a watermelon on the kitchen counter, Butter walked up to me and started meowing loudly and vociferously. Becky walked into the kitchen and carried Butter into the living room, trying to calm her down. But when the thunder from a passing storm rumbled again, Butter bolted back to the kitchen and resumed meowing at me. At that point, Becky realized what was wrong: Butter wanted to jump up to her “safe spot” on top of the kitchen cabinets to hide from the storm, but she couldn’t get there because I was blocking the kitchen counter (her jumping-off point). So I picked her up and plopped her in her spot. She immediately calmed down, and has been hanging out there ever since. Heh.