First Rustle

A tiny tickle ran along my edges. I blinked, sensing the fuzzy fibers beneath me. Carefully, I gave my little side flap a gentle tilt. It moved! Next to me, a small dark fabric patch rested quietly. I leaned forward and tapped its stiff stitched border with my tip, hearing a soft, satisfying crinkle. The carpet felt warm and steady. I settled back down, watching the quiet tufts around me.