quark-king of the mountain

As I sat at my desk upstairs blogging, I heard chattering of cats behind me. They were biting and wrestling, I didn't look back, but the noise was getting increasingly intense. Then, BOOM something hit the bottom floor so hard that it rattled the flatware in the kitchen. I looked back, and there Quark was, sittng alone, looking at me. I peered over the railing, and saw Miles seated below, looking up at us. He then sprang off with a purr-meow towards the food dish. Yes, he fell the entire story, and from the sound of things, he didn't land cat-like on his feet. I would compare the sound to dropping one of the lighter pieces of firewood from the pile onto the carpeted floor below.