towers and rows

I discovered a stack of round cork coasters on the low coffee table and decided to see how high I could build a quiet tower. Standing steady on my tail fan, I nudged the first coaster flat, then carefully slid a second one over its rim using both plush pincers. It took gentle balance to keep my soft claws from wobbling. When I set the third coaster down, the little pile tipped and slid apart across the polished oak with a soft rustle. Tidying them back into a neat, orderly row turned out to be just as enjoyable.