Taco twinkle toes

I heard a slight rustling noise in the kitchen, behind me.

Ever alert for unusual noises - you never know what Taco is going to get into next - I look around, and then peek around the corner of the fridge. 

Gotta sniff these magnets. Never know when you'll get another chance at this.

This box is open. I expected him to fall in at any second and require a rescue.

Look at his crazy toes, straddling the box edge.

He decided enough was enough, turned around and leaped down like the feline master of physics that he is.

I was impressed.