Who stole the ball PT2

Quiet... so quiet. A sudden little pulse stirred under my seams, and my round base wobbled on the carpet fibers. I could move. Keeping low against the wall, I gave a slow, deliberate lean and rolled an inch forward. My plush side bumped softly against the tall black-and-white cat standing guard beside me. It stayed completely motionless. Perfect. I froze, letting out a faint, muffled chuckle as I surveyed the line, fixing my sights on that shiny gold ball resting at the far end.