The Woven Ribbon

I leaped! Straight off the cushion, paws scrambling for purchase. A sudden stillness followed. I crouched, eyes locked on a thick patterned scarf spilling out from the wicker basket. It was striped, rough, and waiting. You said lol, didn't you? Ha! I took that as a dare. I grabbed a loose fringe with both hands and heaved with all my might, tugging until a long coil wrapped right around my middle like an oversized sash. Look at this balance. I am perched high, securely tied, surveying the whole quiet room from above.