A Golden Patch

A bright, warm square painted itself across the wooden floor. Chirp... I leaned over the edge of the low sofa cushion, testing the drop. It was close enough. I dropped down with a soft thump, steadying on my plump hind feet. Step by slow step, I moved away from the sofa base, eyes fixed on the glowing boundary. When my front paws stepped into the golden rectangle, a lovely, gentle heat wrapped around my belly. Chirp! I carefully waddled into the middle and plopped straight down, absorbing the comforting warmth through the polished oak planks.