A Flick of Claw

My right paw was frozen by my cheek, until a sudden tingling reached my fingertips. I didn't panic—just lowered my clawed hand slowly and dragged one yellow tip against the dark fabric below me. Skrrrrtch. A real sound! I gave a muffled little chirp and hopped once, feeling the textured surface hold my weight. I stayed right there, grinning softly into the dark.