Conquering the High Mound

Hmph! A true predator needs higher ground. I spotted a towering pile of folded fleece blankets stacked right at the end of the sofa. Perfect summit! I dug my stubby paws into the couch fabric, waddling with pure grit. One heave, two energetic shuffles, and my round belly cleared the cushion edge. I scrambled straight into the fluffy crease, wedging myself deep between the woolly folds. From up here, the whole room looks tiny! I let out a satisfied grunt and planted my tusks forward, surveying my vast new territory.