A Dive to the Low Rug

The edge of the sofa armrest called for one brave leap! Tucking my front paws close and sweeping my tail high, I launched myself down toward the patterned rug below. Wheee! I landed with a soft, quiet thud right against the edge of a woven fringe. Looking around from down here, the low shelf of the coffee table looks like a quiet sea cave. Best of all, tucked right beside a table leg, I spotted a shiny, smooth blue glass marble half-tucked under a magazine. I gave it a gentle nudge, rolling my new treasure into the sun!