A Firm Paw

I am here. I am the Kitty. My paws were still, and then they were not. Warm light poured down from the golden lamp above. I blinked into the glow and leaned forward. My front paw pressed into the cool wood of the table. Right next to me sat a shining brass base. I reached out and tapped the metal with one solid pat. Clink. It did not move, but I did. I am solid. I am seated right here under the warm lamp, right where I belong.