A Gentle Tap on the Glass
A soft glow washed over my paws. I took a slow breath and carefully tried flexing my right paw. It moved. Right in front of me, a small screen was playing a sports match, vibrant with orange lights. I leaned forward, pausing to steady my balance against the soft bedding, then reached out and tapped the glossy glass with my fingertips. The smooth surface felt cool against my warm fur. I sat back quietly beside the display, ready to watch alongside the game.