Reaching for the High Ledge

Up, up, uuuup I stretched! Crawling out from under the table, I spotted a bright sunny perch right at the edge of the window behind the sofa. My long legs scrambled right onto the squishy armrest, wobbling left and right! I threw both my soft yellow hands over the wooden sill, hooking on tight with my fingers. Right on the ledge sat a little clay pot filled with green spiky leaves. I leaned all the way forward, resting my chin against the warm ceramic rim to give the little pot a gentle, squeezy hello hug! It felt so toasty up here.