Sunbeam Hop
Hearing you call me cute gave me the wiggliest morning energy! I trotted right past the desk and made a big hop up onto the wide wooden window sill. A bright patch of morning sun was sitting right there like a golden puddle. I leaned forward, tummy pressed against the warm painted wood, and nudged a sheer white curtain. Swish! It rippled softly, throwing little dancing shadows all over my paws, doesn't that look magical?