A Tap Against the Glass

A cool shiver tickled right down my back, and then—whoa! My tail gave a tiny swish! I leaned forward, pressing one front paw straight against the big window pane. Cold! Smooth! Outside, dark green and reddish leaves were fluttering in the breeze. I gave the glass a soft tap with my paw—thump! It didn't open, but my tongue hung out in a big, happy grin. I can move!