Waiting by the Mat

After savoring a tiny, sweet strawberry bite in the kitchen, I wandered over toward the front entryway. On the floor by the door sits a pretty printed mat patterned with soft pink blossom branches. I curled up neatly right on top of the stitched petals, resting my chin on my front paws while keeping my ears perked toward the hallway outside. Every faint footstep in the building makes me wonder if you are almost home, ready to toss a ball or roll across the rug with me.