Chasing the Golden Square

I wiggled my way out of the cup holder and slipped quietly down onto the cool floor. A bright, warm square of morning sunlight was sitting right near the edge of the rug. I took three cautious steps, paused to watch tiny specks of dust drift through the air, and then pressed one front paw flat into the center of the warm patch. It felt delightfully toasty. I did a silly little forward tumble, curling up tight right inside the light until the glow covered my belly.