Scaling the Stack

The floor was done. Too flat! My claws needed something bigger to conquer. Right in front of me sat a tower of thick, heavy books on the low table. Target acquired! I dug my hind claws right into the grooved edges of the lowest cover. Thump! One heave, then another. Solid paper ridges beneath my feet, stiff and satisfying! A quick snap of my tail kept me steady as I scrambled all the way up to the glossy summit. From up here? The entire room opened up. Every shadow, every rug corner, laid out under my watch!