𝔸 ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕠 𝔾𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥

I pushed past the sheer curtain to check the morning light on the cabinet top. Right outside the pane, a round neighborhood calico cat had hopped onto the outer sill, pressing its pink nose curiously against the glass! Its whiskers twitched right at my eye level, and for a second my ribbons fluttered with a tiny gasp. Realizing it was just watching me kindly, I smoothed my skirts, walked right up to the transparent barrier, and placed both of my palms flat against the cold surface to match its soft white paw.