Mr. Chubbikins, most recently a sad stray now turned extremely happy housecat, has a new game he likes to play. Cat tossing.
Truly this is not nearly as bad as it sounds. He won't get up on the bed, or any furniture for that matter, except one sofa. What he does is meow at me until I pick him up and put him on the bed. One day I dropped him on the bed, maybe about 6 or 8 inches, and now it has evolved into tossing him on the bed. Not very far at all, maybe as much as a foot, but he loves it. He immediately rolls over for a belly rub, purring like mad. I think that he won't get up on the bed by himself so that I can toss him up there.
Well, we know who rules the house here, and it ain't us hairless apes.