Last night at approximately 2:34 am, my cat fell on my head.
There's a windowsill right above my bed that she likes to perch on--she can watch hummingbirds visiting the feeder from there, or spy
figment80's cats in her window, or watch the outdoor kitties who love to taunt her.
I'm not sure what she was after last night, but clearly it was pretty damn exciting because she leapt up, fell on my head, tried scrambling up again, tail a-lashing, fell again, and then ran over to her other favorite perch, the cat bed on my desk.
Silly kitty.