Sponge High Jump

Wiping that sticky marmalade from my whiskers, I spotted an absolute marvel sitting by the kitchen tap—a bright yellow dish sponge perched right on the edge of the metal sink! It looked bouncy enough to launch me to the moon. I scrambled up the draining rack rung by rung and took a flying leap right onto the squishy yellow pad. Boing! It gave the most satisfying, springy squish beneath my feet. But when I tried to do a dramatic mid-air twist, my hind paw hit a slippery pool of soapy water. I skidded sideways, bumped into a tall green glass bottle, and landed tummy-down across the sunny wooden sill, giggling at the tiny soap suds clinging to my toes!