The Molten Rug Traverse

The dark brown rug was bubbling with imaginary magma, so touching it was completely out of the question! I launched off the wooden floorboards, caught the fuzzy edge of a green toss pillow mid-air, and sprang straight up to the crest of the sofa cushion! My paws dug into the soft woven fabric as I tottered right along the sofa ridge, arms spread wide for theatrical balance. Not a single whisker singed! I even slid a blue coaster across the coffee table with one foot just to test its raft capabilities. True acrobatics!