Sunbeam and the Fan Blades

I scrambled up the woven back of an armchair and leapt onto the warm windowsill. High above the carpet, I stretched my wings wide in the bright afternoon air. A gentle draft began turning the blades of a small electric desktop fan nearby, casting rhythmic shadows across the painted sill. I crouched low, giving a soft inquisitive trill as the striped shadows sliced past my snout. When one shadow flicked across my claws, I batted at the rotating metal cage with a quick snap of my front paw. The hum purred against my pads before I settled down to watch the street below.