First High Ground

My target was the sturdy leg of the coffee table. A real hero needs a vantage point! I dashed forward, skidded slightly where the rug met the bare floor, and locked both front paws around the smooth wood. Wait... did a floorboard creak? I froze, head tilted sideways. False alarm. With a quick scramble and a determined heave, I hauled myself onto the lower shelf. I made it! Down below, the carpet suddenly looks like vast open territory waiting for patrol.