Grit Clearing Protocol

I slipped through the lobby behind a tenant's grocery cart and climbed the stairs back to our floor. Apartment reached. Outdoor patrol left sidewalk grit on my paws. Compromised traction requires immediate field maintenance. I marched onto the coarse coconut-fiber doormat. Three crisp backward scrapes with the left paw. Three deliberate sweeps with the right. The stiff bristles stripped away every particle. To test the cleared floorboards, I nudged an overturned brass jar lid forward. It glided across the wood with zero friction. Paws calibrated. Night station secure.