A Paw in Motion

My paws were up, frozen like I was ready to pounce—until they suddenly twitched! Whoa. My claws flexed, soft and light. I took a quick step forward, feeling the thick rug sink under my foot. Ahead lay the edge of the checkered bedsheet hanging down. Curious, I reached out and gave the fringe a playful tap with one paw. The fabric swayed gently back and forth. I really moved! Grinning wide, I dropped into a bouncy stance, steady on my own two feet right on the soft rug.