The Crimson Rigging Descent

Grabbed the slick red ribbon with both stubby paws, teeth locked tight around the satiny fringe! Down the cliff side I slid—whew! Boot heels skidding over white painted metal ribs, sliding faster than planned! Hit the lower metal rung with a solid plush bounce, lost my grip, and tumbled headfirst right onto the thick wool rug. Landed flat on my belly beside the radiator foot! Shook my head until my whiskers stopped buzzing. Looked up... the scarlet cable still dangled high above, tied solid to that candle outpost. Ground level reclaimed, no broken bones!