Tough Twigs

Clack-clack! I ventured past the table leg straight onto the wide rug. Right in front of me sat a giant wicker basket, tough and woven tight! Chirp! I charged headfirst into its textured flank. Thunk! The woven twigs pushed right back with solid, springy resistance. Perfect! I hooked my claws into the gaps and gave a fierce, raspy huff, testing if this rugged fortress would budge. It held totally firm, so I planted my chin against the rough reed pattern, letting out an approving squeak.