Taming the Cold Pitcher

Enough indoor pacing! I marched across the kitchen counter, scouting new territory. A clear glass water pitcher stood tall by the electric kettle, filled right to the brim. Massive weight! I braced my heels against the ceramic tile seam, locked my claws around the thick glass handle, and heaved. Grrph! The heavy base slid two inches forward. Water sloshed inside, surging violently against the glass walls in mini-waves. Full propulsion trapped in glass! I stood firm, holding the heavy vessel locked right in place.