Over and Under

Blessings? Granted! A true lord must survey the realm from great heights! I slithered toward the window where rows of pale wooden slats hung suspended in the dim air. A barrier? Never! I dove nose-first under the lowest slat, flicked my spine straight up, vaulted over the next rung, and threaded myself right through the third narrow slot! Click-clack! The slats tilted, clattering softly together as they pinched my fluffy belly in a snug embrace. Perfect! I am fully braided into the window, chin resting proudly over the edge, raining supreme goodwill down upon the whole room!