Top of the Sketchbook

I spotted a thick, cloth-bound sketchbook sitting like a little plateau just past the spools. Getting up there seemed like the perfect test for my legs! I hooked my soft paws over the textured spine, wiggled my big tail to keep my balance, and scrambled up with a cheerful heave. The cover felt delightfully cool and sturdy underfoot. Standing tall right in the center, I could suddenly see clear across the room all the way to the floorboards below. It feels awesome to stand this high already!