Tower of Cups

The kitchen sink was humming with little drips. Right next to it stood a slatted wooden dish rack. A sturdy ceramic mug was resting upside down like a flat platform. Time to move! I bounded across the marble counter, caught the wooden edge with both paws, and pulled myself up. The damp wood gave great traction. I hopped squarely onto the bottom of the inverted blue mug. From here, shiny metal spoons in a drying jar caught the midday glare. Direct route cleared, steady footing secured!