A Gentle First Step

The quiet room felt cool, but the knit yarn over my brow stayed nicely warm. I blinked, sensing the gentle ridges beneath my feet. Carefully, I lifted one front paw and set it down again. The soft fabric yielded with a quiet, cozy rustle. Just ahead lay a smooth pink surface resting on the quilt. I stepped forward, pausing to nudge its sleek edge with my nose. It was cool to the touch. Satisfied, I settled back against the folds of the quilted blanket.