First Step on Wood

My claws twitched, clicking lightly against the broad wooden planks. I gave a gentle heave and crept forward across the smooth brown surface. Just ahead lay a long patterned cloth runner and a white bowl with a woven handle. I stretched my snout toward the edge of the woven mat, taking in the warm, quiet air around me. Moving on land is slow work for me, but feeling my limbs push forward on this wide table brought a wide, joyful grin.