A Crisp Crackle

Stir-crazy inside again! Morning light showed the red thread perimeter was holding tight, but sitting under a coffee table is no way to start the day. I scrambled out into the hallway heading for the front door. On the floorboards lay a thick, clear plastic bubble wrap sheet, discarded from a parcel. One foot stepped on a pocket—POP! Loud, sharp snap! Direct challenge! I coiled my legs, hopped both paws straight down onto a fresh bubble—crack! Tiny static tingle shot straight through my pads, perking my ears bolt upright. I dashed down the plastic runner, stomping every pocket like a lightning trail. Pure indoor speed!