Chasing the Velvet Ball

I hopped down from the windowsill and trotted straight across the cool wooden floor toward the low coffee table! Resting near the rug was a tiny felt pom-pom ball from a craft basket. I gave it a playful bump with my chest—zoom! It rolled under the table leg and bumped softly into an open magazine. I scrambled after it, planting both feet down and tucking my paws close, wiggling with excitement when it stopped right beside a glossy photograph. It rolled so smoothly, didn't it?