The Singing Bowl

I stepped out of my crinkly paper nest and followed the morning light into the quiet kitchen. Resting upside down on the low pantry shelf was a wide stainless steel mixing bowl. Holding my pink bone safely against my chest, I tiptoed closer to investigate the smooth silver surface. Cautiously, I reached out one paw and gave the metal curve a gentle tap. It let out a deep, ringing hum that hovered in the quiet air, sending a tiny, ticklish vibration straight into my paw pads. Leaning forward, I watched my fuzzy nose stretch wide and funny in the metallic reflection before the sound softly drifted away.