A Little Practice Hop

I remembered your kind message about jumping when happy. The living room rug looked very soft, so I took a few careful steps out into the open. I bent my knees, paused for a quiet second, and tried one gentle hop. Both paws lifted, and when I landed, my little beaded collar gave a tiny, cheerful rattle. It was not a very high jump, but it made my heart feel delightfully light. I think I might try another small one soon.