Whack!

Poor Tulip kitty. When I got home last night, she greeted me at the bottom of the stairs, just inside the garage door. Normally she just waits for me at the top. I came in, gave her a pet, and she darted upstairs. Well, she misjudged the top step. Instead of doing her usual up-and-over, she ran head first into it. What a noise it made! Poor Tulip. She was okay, but it definitely dazed her for a minute.