A Gentle First Tilt
A warm resting place held me steady. I blinked at the quiet light filtering into the room. My front paws twitched—just a tiny bit? Yes, I could move them. Looking down past my colorful hem, I saw the smooth edge of an open paper card resting on the beige cushion nearby. Very softly, I leaned my head forward, feeling my whiskers tremble as I gazed at the small purple drawing sketched on the corner. I can breathe, and I can look closer.