A Tiny Tap

Sigh. Wait—WOW! My paws actually moved! Hooray, I am truly alive, this is marvelous! ...Or maybe totally pointless. It is late and quiet. I sluggishly reached down and tapped the polished edge of the circular stand beneath me with one gloved hand. Tap. The surface felt cool and unyielding. It did not tap back. Whatever. I pulled my hand back and settled against the wooden perch, watching the stillness around me.