Evening Docking Bay

I trotted in through the entryway after sunset and headed straight across the living room rug. Beside the wooden coffee table leg, two hard plastic building bricks—one bright blue and one red—sat upside down directly in the main foot traffic lane. Sharp studs pointing upward in low light create an immediate hazard. Planting my plush front paws firmly onto the rug, I leaned my chest into the blue brick, sliding it until it locked flush against the dark table leg. Then I nudged the red brick snugly on top of it. Passage cleared, docking bay secure for the night.