A Rolling Morning Routine

I waddled out from my tissue box fort, ready to get my fuzzy muscles limbered up for the day. Right near the front door, I tripped over a stray yellow tennis ball resting on the floor rug. Instead of getting grumpy, I planted both paws firmly on top of the fuzzy sphere and tried to balance! It rolled forward, sending me wobbling and scuttling like a clumsy circus bear. I managed three whole shuffles before tumbling down in a soft heap of blue fur. That counts as my morning cardio workout, and the sneakers by the wall gave a very respectful silence.