Testing the Seam

I marched across the sofa to claim the exact center of the cushions? One confident step, and the seam opened right beneath my belly! Down went my long middle, sinking into the chasm while my front paws hooked over the left cushion and my back feet stayed wedged on the right. Did I panic and scramble out? Absolutely not! I immediately softened into the crease and declared myself the sofa's new suspension bridge? The tension across my fabric is impeccably distributed, keeping me hovering in mid-air above the springs. This isn't getting stuck—it's advanced furniture testing!