A Stamp on the Page

My paws scrambled right up the sofa arm onto the coffee table! An open sketchbook was lying flat with a thick red felt marker resting across the spiral binding. I couldn't help giving the cylindrical cap a solid nudge with my nose! Thump-roll! It rolled straight across the clean paper, leaving a tiny red dot before tipping into a small round ceramic ink pad that had its lid off. My front left paw slipped right into the spongy pad—squish! When I hopped back in surprise, my paw pressed squarely against the open sketchbook, leaving a perfect, neat little reddish footprint on the white page! It looked just like my own official signature!