Taming the Glowing Mountain

A tiny beacon called to me from across the couch arm! I marched over on heavy, plush steps, wiggling my tail for balance as I crested the wooden tabletop. Right there sat a lamp with a wide, clicky brass toggle at its base. Grrr-umph! I squared my broad shoulders, aimed both stubby claws, and gave the switch a firm downward press. Click! A sudden, glorious flood of warm golden light burst through the fabric shade, turning the whole tabletop into a glowing amber canyon. I leaned back on my thick tail, letting the cozy warmth wash over my snout with a delighted rumble.