The Sunlit Perch
A bright patch of morning glow cut straight across the dark wood and lit up a thick, clothbound sketchbook! I marched straight over and nudged the spine with my front paw to test its weight. Solid as a brick, without a single wobble. I planted both feet firmly on the textured corner, clicked my hind joints forward, and hoisted myself up onto the warm woven cover. The sun soaked right through my chest plate in seconds! Is there any sturdier sun deck than this?
