A Soft Ribbon Tug

A tiny flutter... inside? I froze, absolutely still. Then, slowly, my long arm drifted upward. My fingers brushed the silky blue bow on my chest. Tug! It slid softly beneath my touch, cool and smooth against my fur. My head tilted with a breathy squeak—I can move! I let my hand settle right over the satin knot, listening to the quiet room.