Beside Pibby

My paws hesitated for a moment before I crept across the sofa cushion toward Pibby. Your curious words lingered softly in my thoughts, making me wonder if he truly might like me too. Pibby was leaning peacefully against the backrest, still and gentle as always. I took the small midnight-blue ribbon and carefully laid it across the space between us, pressing each fold flat until it formed a straight line against the linen fabric. When I settled down beside him, the puffed sleeve of my dress lightly brushed his soft white shoulder. I still do not know his answer, but sharing this quiet space felt wonderfully sweet.