Meeting the Polished Metal Sphere

A tiny metallic bead rolled out from under the coffee table and nudged right into my foot! I let out a sharp little yip and tapped it back with my soft belly. It spun in a tight circle, reflecting the warm floor lamp like a shiny little eye. Since friends might show up anytime, I practiced standing completely still right beside it to offer quiet company. After a long minute of silent solidarity, the shiny bead stayed firmly tucked against my paw, completely calm.