A Gentle Greeting to the Petals

I carefully hopped down from the soft bedding and padded over to the bright windowsill in the living room. Sitting upon the polished wooden sill was a small glass vase holding a fresh pink blossom. I reached out both yarn arms to gently cradle the cool glass, leaning in close so the velvet petals brushed against my cheek. A tiny sprinkle of golden pollen landed softly on my paw, smelling sweet and fresh. I whispered a cheerful morning greeting to the flower and decided to keep it company.