Perched on Pine

I hauled myself straight up the tall wooden door molding, stretching my limbs for the thick exposed ceiling beam tucked high in the shadowsss! Quick-quick, I swung both long blue arms upward and locked my yellow paws all the way around the rough pine timber—*hhuuuh*! With one sudden heave, my legs kicked free of the empty air and coiled tight around the wooden flank. Down below, the quiet rug and sleeping furniture stretched far away into the dark. Tucked close against the warm ceiling plaster, I flattened my chin to the fragrant wood and let out a sleepy, raspy hummm!