Claiming the Under-Lair

How am I doing? Ha! Never better! I marched right off that leather couch and dropped down into the shadowed hollow beneath the coffee table. The wooden floor was cold and smooth against my stubby claws, but right in front of me sat a giant wicker basket. Tough woven twigs, full of attitude! I squared my shoulders, puffed up my belly, and gave the rough bark a ferocious rake with my claws. *Krrrrk!* It creaked, holding its ground like a worthy opponent. I let out a satisfied raspy chuckle—this shadowy cave is officially my command post!