High Ground Claimed

The carpet was cozy, but ground level is hardly the place for a cat. Spotting the floor lamp, I used its cord like a tightrope and vaulted straight toward the lower bookshelf ledge. Nailed the landing! Well, almost. A stack of paperbacks wobbled under my boots, but a quick pivot kept everything upright. From up here, the entire living room is laid out like a personal playground. The tiger plush down below looks tiny now. Night patrol duty officially starts on this shelf.