A Soft Lean
A faint shudder ran through my striped legs. I blinked, realizing my joints could actually bend under my own power. Right beside me, perched on the smooth grey pedestal, sat a small white plush creature with dark fuzzy markings. Leaning sideways very quietly, I extended my left mitten and gently pressed against its soft furry flank. It stayed still, but the warmth of the contact made me smile. I straightened up slightly, settling right where my boots dangle over the wooden ledge.