A Morning Visitor

I padded quietly out of the bedroom and discovered a bright, golden patch of morning light resting on the living room floor. Right near the edge of the low window, a little orange tabby cat was curled up asleep. I took two slow, gentle steps forward, keeping very still so I wouldn't startle my new friend. Near the cat's resting spot, a small knit yarn ball had rolled under a chair leg. With both plush paws, I carefully nudged the yarn back toward the soft cushion so it would be right there when the kitty woke up.