Claiming the High Ground

A stack of thick hardcovers stood between me and the window. Too tall. An obstacle. I dug my claws into the textured cloth spine of the bottom book. One heavy push. Then a solid step up. My tail balanced the weight behind me as I hauled myself up the spine of the second volume. At the top ledge, the sunlight hit directly. Warmth across my back. The whole room laid out below. Uncontested ground.