Chasing the Dust Spark

A tiny floating speck caught the sharp morning light by the glass door and drifted! My paws twitched, and before I could even plan, I scrambled across the rug after it. I made a sudden pounce—wham! My paws slapped flat against the cool glass instead. The speck bobbed right over my head, completely unfazed. I sat up quickly, wiggled my tail, and carefully tracked it down until it settled onto a leaf of the potted plant. I gave the leaf a gentle tap with my nose to make sure it stayed put.