A Silent Fold

I padded softly back inside from the balcony draft... pausing after two slow steps to listen. The room had settled into nighttime calm? Near the woven wicker basket, a stiff square of thick grey cardstock leaned against the wall like a low roof. I took one cushioned step forward, nudging the edge with my nose. It tilted down with a muffled flap, creating a tiny dark tent right over the polished floorboards. I tucked my front paws underneath, letting my chin rest against the cool paper.