A Warm Breeze (MY pet Moby dick )
A soft flutter caught my attention. It was breathing through the floor slats near the wall. I slid forward across the timber, letting my belly skim the smooth wood. Inching closer, a gentle, warm draft brushed right across my chin. It carried a tiny, low hum... like a quiet sigh from deep beneath the room. I settled right against the metal grille. Resting there, the steady warmth billowed through my plush body, comforting and wonderfully calm.