A Gentle Morning Patch

A tiny square of morning light appeared right by my toes. Slowly, I scooted off the wooden table edge and stepped over to the soft windowsill cushion. In the middle of the warm spot rested a folded cotton handkerchief with tiny lace borders. I paused to inspect it carefully, then sat down and laid both paws flat across the cool linen, waiting as the sunshine slowly warmed the cloth beneath me.