So our staircase to the second floor kind of winds around the living room and up one wall, and there's a small space on the upper landing--very small--that just opens up onto air and the very hardwood living room. Important to know.
So we're playing Rock Band and jamming along, and I hear some scrabbling noises from upstairs on the landing. Out of the corner of my eye, I see small white paws.
And then, with no warning at all, October fell off the landing and into free fall from one floor to another.
I stopped playing, took one step forward--
And caught my kitten in mid-air.
It was a great catch, around the torso, no pulled fur, she just plopped right into my hands. In my personal kitty Super Bowl, I made the winning catch and she did not break her leg, but instead looked calmly at me and snuggled my fingers and in general had no idea what I could possibly mean by: "Just because there's a space there doesn't mean you have to squeeze into it and terrify us all."
I dialed back my heart attack and blocked the offending area. Good grief, Toby!
CATS FALLING FROM THE CEILING. MASS HYSTERIA.