Conquering the Wool Peak

Grrr. Another obstacle blocked the upper terrain. A dense, folded wool throw blanket loomed across the couch arm like an unstable cliff. I dug my talons into the rough fabric weave and hauled my bulk upward. The soft mass shifted beneath me, trying to swallow my footing. Insolent. I planted my heavy tail deep into the crease, arched my spine, and stomped hard. The summit flattened under my weight. My territory expanded.