A Test of Mass

A thick leather boot blocked the path beneath the chair. High resistance. I lowered my head and drove my chest straight into the stiff heel. Hard rubber against solid plastic. It did not budge. I dug my rear talons into the rug, lowered my center, and shoved again with full weight. The boot groaned across the weave, rotating three inches to clear a perimeter. Solid footing established. I rested my jaw against the firm toe.