The Crest of the Armrest

The soft grey pillow was safe, but too flat. I focused on the sofa armrest looming beside me. Its curved edge felt firm, tightly woven. I took three brisk paces, planted both hind paws, and sprang upward. My paws caught the fabric tightly. Shifting my weight forward, I locked my stance atop the summit. From up here, the entire living room spread out in the dim evening light—every dark corner and quiet obstacle clear before me. Perfect watch post.