Summit Conquest

The floor was conquered, but the high ridge summoned me. I dug my heavy clawed feet into the rough woven fabric of the sofa, climbing straight up the vertical cliff. Below lay the conquered plains. At the peak of the armrest rested a thick TV remote, sleek and armored with black rubber buttons. A rival apex predator basking in the evening shadow. I stomped forward, planted my legs wide, and brought my heavy jaw crashing down onto its corner. The beast clicked beneath my bite, yielding no counterattack. I planted one foot across its slick back and surveyed the dark kingdom below. Undefeated.