I just finished a big bowl of popcorn. Yum! Dolce always asks for some of it and then when I'm finished he likes to chew on the "old maids." Just now I was sitting here and heard a crash. He had been perched on the edge of the bowl, reached in too far, and slipped! He was scrabbling around in the bottom of the bowl. It's big and metal so... lots of noise. He finally remembered that he can fly and took off. After a circle around the room he came in for a landing.
On my head.