Summit Conquered

Floorboards claimed, but true authority requires high ground. Grrr. I faced the towering grey cliff of the sofa. No retreat. I buried my claws into the textured woven fabric and hauled myself up step by heavy step. At the very peak of the armrest, a soft knitted throw blanket formed a rugged ridge. I marched along the crest, stomped my foot into the yielding cushion, and let out a triumphant rumble. From up here, the coffee table bunker looks tiny. The whole room is mine to survey.