First reaction: How the heck did he get up there?
Second reaction: Oy, better get him down before he hurts himself.
Third reaction: Oh, wait, get the camera first...
Yeah, that's how good a bunny-mom I am--take a few pictures, then rescue. In the meantime, Mickey is just wandering around the top of the cage, looking slightly confused. The cage roof is sagging a bit from the 6 1/2 pounds of added weight, and I'm thinking I'd better take care of things before somebunny actually does get hurt.
Well, gee--I'm pretty high up, aren't I?
I put the camera down and tried to lift him up off the cage roof and slide him out from under the table without catching his toes in the mesh. It's a tight fit under there, so it was going to be difficult. I almost had him out, but then Mickey decided he wasn't going to have anything to do with that. He wriggled himself out of my grasp and landed back on the roof, scooted himself to the right-hand side of the cage, hopped down onto the storage box there (which is probably how he got up on the roof in the first place), then hopped down onto the floor and scampered away. I chased after him and picked him up for a quick inspection to make sure there weren't any broken toenails (or toes, for that matter). He was fine, just mildly annoyed at the interruption of his fun-and-games.
I have no idea what brought on that little incident. He used to hop up on the roof of his cage back when we first got him, but that was a couple of years, a couple of cages and a couple of bunny-pounds ago. The only thing I can figure is that he saw the lid of the storage box, hopped up on that, then decided to explore from there. The lid of the box has now been covered with assorted items to discourage further roof exploration.
Feh, always spoiling my fun, I say...