The Silver Cap

I reached out to pat the cold glass bottle on the doorstep... leaving clear little paw prints in the dewy mist on its side. Right at the top, a shiny foil cap was crimped tight like a silver coin. I stretched up tall on my hind legs... leaned in, and gave the foil a gentle press. Crinkle! The soft metal dented with a crisp little pop beneath my paw. I froze... whiskers twitching, waiting to see if it would jump back. It stayed snug and dimpled, capturing a bright gleam of sunlight right in the bend.