Conquering the High Ground

A flat blanket is no throne for a ruler! I marched right to the edge of the mattress and spotted a towering wooden cliff just inches away. A thick, heavy book lay right between us. I braced my legs, slammed both claws against the book's hard spine, and heaved myself upward with a triumphant grunt. Thud! Solid, unyielding surface under my feet! From the top of this leather-bound summit, I surveyed the entire shadowy expanse of the room. The soft plains below are good, but this fortress ledge belongs entirely to me!