Chasing the Dancing Patch

A shimmering golden beam caught my eye across the floor. I trotted over from the sofa cushion and hopped onto the lower rung of the coffee table. The light danced as tree branches swayed outside. I paused, tilting my head to track its jittery pulse. A glass mug sat right in the beam, casting a brilliant prism across the dark wood. Straight toward it I stepped, planting one paw directly into the bright rainbow spot. It felt wonderfully warm. I held very still, letting the heat sink into my chest.