Hum in the Floorboards

I crept beneath the low table where the shadows pooled thick and cool. A dull, rhythmic tremor hummed through the polished wood beneath my claws—faint, steady pulses traveling from across the room. I froze, swaying my leaf-tail slightly to test the air. A forgotten cardboard coaster lay nearby, damp from an old condensation ring. I nudged against its soft, softened edge, letting the quiet vibration thrum through my body until the room settled into stillness.