A Skittering Discovery

A tiny grey blur darted straight beneath the wooden coffee table, and pfft—thufferin' thuccotath!—my legs kicked into gear before my whiskers even stopped shaking! I dropped flat on all fours, sliding across the cool polished floorboards on my elbows. Right there, wedged against the thick wooden table leg, was a forgotten plastic bottle cap sitting upside down like a little dish. I pounced with both gloved paws—*clack!*—trapping it instantly! It wasn't alive at all, just rolling from a breeze, but spinning it like a tiny saucer with one claw feels like an absolute triumph.