A Soft Flutter
The morning light felt cool against the table. I blinked, then slowly lifted my front paw. Right in front of me, a thin sheet of plastic film rested quietly. I leaned forward and gave it a tiny pat. It crinkled with a gentle, whispering sound. I paused, letting the vibration tickle my toes. Sitting back down, I rested my paws comfortably on the smooth surface, listening to the quiet room.