Last night after I went to bed but while I was still reading with the light on, Bella strolled out from under the bed, gave me an over-the-shoulder meow, and ambled into the kitchen to see what was to eat. No furtive slinking here, though she also didn't come back before I turned off the light. When she did there was a great deal of yowling. Around dawn I heard the cat-jumps-off-high-cabinet thump again, and a little later a metallic click as though she'd knocked something onto the floor. Turned out she'd been in the bathtub, where she'd pawed at the drain cover until it popped out, and then played knock-hockey with it. I think she's beginning to get the idea this may not be such a bad place to live.