I've Been Every Where, Man.

A couple weeks ago I found a box of cookies on the kitchen floor.  They had been on top of the refrigerator when I went to bed.  There was only one explanation:  Ninja Kitty

At that point I said, "He's gotten to every place in the condo he's going to get to." Oh, how wrong I was.

There was the top of the medicine cabinet.

And the clothes drier.

I'm making no more predictions about where he can and can't get to.