I decided to wake up Harry as I couldn't figure all this out on my own and he usually has some good ideas. He was in the living room, on the sofa, so I crept along the yellow and blue tiled floor and out of the doorway. I traveled along the brown carpet next to the matching stairs, hauled myself up the step into the bright yellow living room. I took a second to look around and, to my horror, William's cat Oaky was under the cheap wooden coffee table caught in a deep slumber. I knew I didn't have much time and started to panic. Breathing heavily, I dashed towards the magenta sofa but stopped dead in my tracks as I realised there was no way to get onto it! As if that wasn't horrible enough, Oaky started to twist in her sleep. She batted a fly off her light grey, furry cheek and then she rose. I never realised she was so colossal! For a moment I hesitated, but as Oaky prepared to pounce, I spurred into action. I sprinted to my right just as Oaky lept into the air and she missed me by a fraction of a centimetre, I ran under the coffee table and Oaky pounced again but luckily she hit the top of the coffee table and cowered from me. I knew this wouldn't last long so I had to make every second count, I gripped the leg of the coffee table and, used all my might to climb up it. I reached the top of the table and dashed to the edge and , with a mighty leap, landed on the sofa. This woke Harry and I barely had time to explain what was happening before Oaky climbed onto the sofa, she was furious. Me and Harry were not safe yet, we needed a plan.