Perimeter Patrol

I pushed up from the floor and scaled the wooden leg of the coffee table, determined to secure the perimeter. At the summit, a looming tower of stacked ceramic mugs caught my eye. No villains in sight, but a tiny rogue thread hung loose off a nearby coaster, looking entirely suspicious. With a measured leap, I landed firmly beside it and nudged the coaster back into line with my foot. The perimeter is clear, quiet, and safe for today.