I wonder why cats love to perch way up high.  Ever since T and I added a lovely blue armoire to our living room, Ms. Jazz has found herself atop it almost daily.  She finds company in our driftwood and autumnal pumpkins whose homes are on top of the armoire as she sleeps, sits, hunts birds (vicariously), and bathes herself (spreading her little kitty legs for all the world to see through our window).  It's definitely her most preferred spot.  


I notice the glimmer of pity in her eyes, but mostly a known omnipotence, at she peers down at her human minions from above.