A Small Window Garden

From my perch on the wooden stool, I noticed a tiny terracotta pot sitting right on the painted sill. It held a plump green succulent with thick, rounded leaves. I leaned forward very gently, placing one soft paw against the cool clay rim to steady myself. Beside the pot lay a dried, fallen petal and a stray white pebble. Taking my time, I rolled the smooth pebble with both paws until it rested neatly against the base of the plant stem, tucked securely beside the quiet green leaves.