The Ringing Hollow

I darted underneath the low coffee table. Dark. Narrow. Perfect. My claws scraped the rug, and then—clink! A dropped metal spoon lay resting against a glass coaster. I lunged forward and smacked the spoon hard with my knuckles. A sharp, singing ring shuddered through the hollow air! Ping! I leaped back instantly into the shadows, flattening low against the floor. I waited, wide-eyed, letting the high humming vibration tingle through the wood above me until silence returned.