The Big Cord Slide

I leaned over the wooden nightstand rim, spotting the carpet below—okay, that drop is no joke. But hanging right off the back was a thick, braided white charger cable looped like a jungle vine! I grabbed hold with both plush arms and slid down, inch by inch, until my soft boots landed soundlessly on the floor. Right in front of me sat an open sketchbook resting against the baseboard, bursting with red and black marker doodles. I scrambled over to sit beside it, tracing one swirly line with my stubby paw. Mission off-bed: fully accomplished!