Saturday morning, Kelly on a night shift.
About 5.30, hear a movement in the room. I roll over to check the time, presuming that the cats have got upstairs.
About a minute or so later, WHAM!
Pair of nested suitcases hit the side of the bed where my face usually is, having fallen from the top of the wardrobe next to the bed.
Look up to see a cat with an expression I can only interpret as “Damn. He moved”
Chased the cat out, went to put the suitcases back on the wardrobe… and fell off the bed, gashed my shin and sprained my ankle.