The Big Drop

Too quiet inside. I squeezed right past the screen door and stepped into the warm daylight! And stopped dead. Stairs. Three massive cedar steps dropping straight toward the garden path. From up here, that first ledge looked like a total cliff. Turn back? Never. I marched to the edge, dug my plush paws into the rough wood grain, and swung my legs out into empty space. One hushed second of hanging... then drop! Thud! Landed flat on my seat on the plank below. A little puff of porch dust, but totally in one piece. One cliff conquered. Two more to go.