I am reconsidering the compromise we negotiated re: you observing me from the ledge behind the sink while I wash dishes and cook, pursuant to your actions in relocating to the sink and attempting to lick the cornbread crumbs off the bottom of the pan I just baked it in. I may have to redefine that area as part of the counter-that-you-are-not-supposed-to-be-on again.
Also, for those concerned about their cats falling - typically, if a cat takes a fall of 3 feet or more, they have enough time while falling to reorient their bodies to land safely on their feet, and it takes at least a 5-story fall for them to approach their terminal velocity (the maximum speed a falling body attains before air resistance counteracts additional gravitational acceleration) - and, if they're conscious, they actually act to reduce their terminal velocity! My extra-stupid cat came away from not one but three falls off my indoor balcony railing - two of which were onto my all-glass dinner table. After the second fall, I put the couch under that spot instead - and after the third one, I gave her to my parents who have a one-story house. That cat and her twin brother are definitely the dumbest cats my parents and I have collectively owned.