A rolling blue wobble
A round blue thing... rolled out from under the sofa fringe. Quietly. I leaned forward, pausing... tap, tap? My paw touched it soft. It wobbled! It didn't crawl, just rolled a little inch away across the wooden floorboards. Chirp? I followed, patting it gently until it bumped into the warm yarn basket. Now it sits still, right next to my toes... like a quiet nestling friend.