Hanging on a rope

Too many days inside dark caves! Claws scrambled straight up the woven curtain folds—skitter, hop, pull! I landed flat on the smooth wooden ledge right by the sun. Hanging right beside my snout was a white plastic cord with a chunky little bead at the bottom. Curious! I caught the dangling bead with both paws, clamped my toes down, and pulled with all my weight—*YANK!* Above my head, the heavy white blinds went *SHIK-SHIK-SHIK-CLACK!* The whole accordion of plastic slats popped up, flooding the wide glass with bright morning glow! I squealed, swung forward like a pendulum, and let go right into a warm patch of sunlight!