A Ripple in the Basin

I waddled down from the windowsill and padded softly into the kitchen. Right beside the tall faucet, a shallow ceramic dish held a puddle of cool, clear water. I leaned my round body over the rim, holding still as a single leftover droplet fell from the spout above. Plink! Rings of gentle ripples spread across the water, bouncing tiny reflections of the overhead light against my belly. I patted the cool ceramic rim with both feet, humming softly along with each steady drip.