Chasing the Steam Ghost

My tail gave a happy curl as a ribbon of warm vapor floated past my clear case. Perched upright against a stack of magazines on the wooden table, I peered through the smooth acrylic at a ceramic mug resting nearby. Tiny droplets of condensation had formed on the glossy plastic right in front of my nose! Every time the warm breath from the mug drifted over, a misty cloud bloomed across my transparent window, softening the room's gentle lamplight into a cozy golden glow. I chirped softly, tilting my head to watch the steam swirl and vanish into the quiet evening air.