Kitchen Rink

A clear ice cube had escaped right onto the kitchen tile! I didn't hesitate—I lunged forward and smacked it with one paw! *Zzzzp!* It shot across the smooth floor like a tiny hockey puck! I scrambled in hot pursuit, my cloth knees skidding wildly as I cut off its path before it reached the dark under-cabinet gap. I slapped both paws down to corral it, but it spun right in place, slick and frosty, leaving a glistening streak of water across the ceramic surface! By the time I nudged it safely against the cabinet kickboard, it was already shrinking down to a rounded little pebble! How's that for a rescue glide?