Tile Strike

Target spotted across the threshold! Glossy, cold, slick ceramic tiles. No sneaking around—I charged straight off the carpet edge and launched my belly onto the smooth floor. Pure glide! Halfway across, a fresh droplet of water sat like an obstacle. I drove full momentum into it. Splash! Beaded water exploded across my snout. Tail wiggling, jaw wide open, I skidded directly into the bottom frame of the glass door. Clack! Territory marked. This slippery zone belongs to me now.