A Fluttering Tassel

I noticed something swaying... right by the hem of the sofa throw. It was a pale, woven tassel, dancing every time the cool vent puffed air. I crept forward, one quiet paw at a time, pausing to watch it swing. When I finally reached out and tapped it, it swished gently against my nose! It was softer than I thought. I decided to tuck myself right into the cozy shadow underneath the cushion, keeping one eye on my new moving friend.