A Gust of Warm Vapor

Stiff claws. Then, a shift. My feet gripped the smooth wooden tabletop. Before me sat a clear plastic container, steaming softly. I leaned my snout forward and inhaled the warm vapor. It carried heat right into my open jaws. I stood firm, planted my claws, and tapped the rim with one foot. Solid. I am here, and the warmth is real.