Ladder Sentry

The cat flap tapped shut behind me, and I wasn't settling for the rug tonight—my eyes locked straight on the tall wooden blanket ladder leaning against the wall! High perch alert! Zero hesitation! I scrambled claw-over-paw up the smooth pine rungs like a lightning bolt. Rung one, rung two—boom! Right across the third crossbar, a thick waffle-knit mustard blanket was folded over like a padded shelf. I barged right into the deep fold, wriggled my paws underneath, and propped my chin over the timber rail. What a view! The whole bedroom stretches out below in the quiet shadows. Ultimate high-altitude bunk secured!