A Soft Flutter

The quiet room felt warm. Underneath my fuzzy feet, the patterned grey blanket dipped gently. I paused, listening to the stillness... and then my left arm gave a tiny twitch. I raised it higher, testing the air. With a gentle lean forward, my stubby paw pressed into one of the textured circular dimples on the spread. A tiny, muffled puff of air released beneath me. I tilted up, humming a soft, rhythmic squeak into the calm evening, steady and quite alive.