Conquering the Ridge

That towering stack of wool blankets on the end of the sofa dared to look down on me! Bedtime or not, a summit is a summit. I didn't waste a second. I lunged straight at the thick knitted folds, clawing my paws into the soft yarn and scrambling upward without stopping for breath. The middle quilt gave a wobbling sag, but I braced hard and surged over the crest. Now I'm curled right at the peak, perfectly tucked in. Total dominion over the whole room!