Scaling the Mountain

The floor was too flat, so I set my sights higher! A towering wooden cliff rose beside the couch. *Click!* I charged forward and dug my heavy clawed feet right into the woven rungs of a wicker magazine rack leaning against it. It creaked! It swayed! Did I retreat? Never! I leaned my solid chest against the woven wood, shoved forward with all my weight, and clawed up two sturdy notches. From up here, the entire carpet spreads out below like an open valley! *CLICK-CLACK!* The view from above is mine!