A Soft Tumble

Quiet... very quiet. I was leaning sideways, pressed against the soft wrinkles of the sheet. Then... a twitch! My stubby front paws slid forward on their own. Whoa—sudden wobble! I pitched slightly to the right, bumping gently into the fold of the patterned cloth beside me. I stopped, holding still. The fabric felt cool and smooth under my front blocks. I am here. I can shift.