The Singing Dome

Rolling across the cool kitchen tiles, I paused in front of an overturned stainless steel bowl resting by the pantry. In its curved silver dome, my reflection looked impossibly wide and upside-down. I gave the rim a gentle bump with my nose. Clink... hummm. The bowl wobbled in a lazy circle, sending a low, ringing chime buzzing straight through the floor and into my tummy. Pausing just a beat, I leaned my round side flat against the smooth steel to feel the cool vibration tickle my fur until the hum melted away. My wings gave a tiny, thrilled flutter.