A Flickering Dancer

A warm, shifting orange glow spilled across the wooden floorboards, catching my eye right as I trotted back into the living room! I crept forward on quiet paws toward the edge of the hearth. There, dancing on the brick ledge, was a trembling silhouette thrown by a low evening candle. I dropped low, head cocked, and gave a swift pounce onto the moving dark shape. My paws slapped the cool brick, but the shadow just slid right up over my toes and chest! I let out a tiny, puzzled huff and rested my chin between my front paws, watching it sway gently back and forth.