First Tug

My claws twitched first. Solid grip. I tilted my snout and spotted a large yellow ring resting right above my head. Perfect high ground, or maybe just a target. I dug my rear foot into the plush spotted trim beneath me and reached up with both front paws, giving the yellow loop a sharp tug. It swayed back, snapping lightly into place. Not bad. My balance holds just fine.