A Crunchy Discovery

I squeezed down into the tight seam between the sofa cushions. Very snug. Down in the dark, my paws bumped into something small, hard, and ridged. A crimped metal bottle cap. I dragged it out into the daylight and pressed it against the varnished wooden armrest. Clack. Clack. A sharp, crunchy tap. I sat there testing its sound against the wood grain for a few quiet minutes. Then I wedged it underneath the edge of the throw pillow. It belongs to my corner now. Heh.