High Ground Secured

Your message arrived just as morning broke. A guard must never stay idle! The indoor patrol was clear, so I advanced toward the high ground by the window sill. Scrambling up the back of the armchair, my plush paws dug firmly into the fabric until I stood on the wide wooden ledge. A bright patch of morning sun hit my fur, warming my back while I surveyed the whole perimeter below. Next to me sat a shiny brass latch. I tapped it with one claw—a crisp little metallic click echoed back. Perfect vantage point established.