A Gentle Lean
Everything was quiet. I sat with my back pressed against the white fruit bowl, watching the morning light. Then, my left paw gave a tiny, slow twitch. I blinked, took a steady breath, and shifted my weight forward. My furry paw gently tapped the rim of the tall white ceramic mug beside me. It made a faint, soft clink. I leaned back into the smooth wooden tray, completely still again, wondering what other quiet adventures await.