Reaching for the Armchair

Your warm note felt like a gentle cheer, encouraging me to sit up. The wooden floor was still calm and cool, but looking up, I noticed the woven edge of the nearby armchair dangling above. I decided to try using both arms together. Slowly rolling over onto my belly, I pushed my paws down and wobbled up onto my feet. Each step was soft and quiet across the timber. When I reached the chair leg, I reached upward and caught hold of the thick upholstery weave with my hands. Peering up toward the wide seat above, a quiet excitement set in.