Cat's not in the closet

DH called to me to "come look" one night when we were re-arranging boxes and stuff.
Look where the cat got!
I think she might be able to medal in a balance beam competition.  She leapt from the lower wood rail (which over-looks the stairs to the basement) to the top of the movable folding doors of the hall coat closet.

Maybe she really wanted to play table tennis with the ping pong balls, paddles and net that was in the box with our extra light bulbs.