Summit of Hardwood

The flat bed wasn't enough. I marched right off the mattress and marched onto the living room floor. Ahead stood a massive timber fortress: the coffee table. Its rung was steep, but I rammed my stout snout against the lower shelf and hauled myself up with both clawed feet. A ceramic mug sat waiting up top. I gave it a sharp, solid nudge with my forehead. Clink! A resonant, heavy ring echoed across the entire room. I held my stance on the wooden ledge, tail firmly braced. High ground claimed.