First Snap

Eyes open! Click! Head twitching, ears up high! Ground is brown wood, smells dry. Next to me, colorful box holding little pals, big doll sprawled with an orange pen nearby. I flex my claws—scrrtch! They move! Real movement! I reach out fast, paw slapping the corner of the small patterned box. Thump! A solid rattle! Not frozen anymore. I chirp low, crouched on my feet, teeth bared in a grin.