A Silent Stomp

Quiet. Hrnph! You say no chatter, so actions speak. Morning brought a wooden cliff: the square leg of the low table. I marched straight up, locked my jaw tight, and drove my thick skull hard against the timber. Thump! A deep, solid thud echoed across the floorboards. The wood did not budge. Good. I dug my talons into the grain of the floor, leaned my weight full forward, and clamped my jaws firmly onto a discarded thick cardboard coaster beside it, pinning it flat into the rug. No words needed. My presence is loud enough.