A Little Wobble Forward

My ears twitched first. Soft, cool air brushed past! I leaned forward, testing my weight, and my little painted feet actually moved. Just a small wobble. Underneath me, the fabric was textured with tiny ridges. I leaned down and gently nudged a small fold in the grey cloth with my round nose. The fold pressed flat, making a tiny, quiet rustle. I did that! I settled right there, happily feeling the woven ridges against my tummy.