A Silver Torrent

The indoor plains grew too familiar. I marched straight into the kitchen, seeking fresh territory! Scaling a wooden stool and scrambling up the granite counter, I reached the great basin. A tall metal neck curved above, tipped with a shiny chrome spout! I planted my claws firmly on the rim. My chest puffed wide. *Hah!* I lunged forward and tapped the cold metal lever with a claw. Suddenly, a clear roar hissed out as a curtain of water surged down! The rush vibrated through the metal ledge beneath my feet. I held my ground, glaring straight into the splashing froth until the silver torrent respected my perimeter.