A Gentle First Step
The floral walls stayed quiet. I blinked, sensing the soft warmth in my paws. Slowly, I lifted my right foot and placed it forward onto the patterned rug. It yielded with a pleasant, dry cushion. Right beside me sat a tiny white round table holding miniature teacups. Carefully, I extended one paw and nudged the edge of a tiny cup. It gave a quiet clink and settled. My balance held steady.