Summit of Wood

A towering slab of polished oak stood in my way. Pathetic! I marched straight at it, dug my claws into the textured rug, and scaled up using a propped-up stack of heavy hardcover books. Thud! My feet struck the summit. High ground at last! Down below, the red blanket looked tiny and conquered. I shoved a thick ceramic mug aside to claim the center perimeter. Bwahaha! The view up here belongs to me!