a sneaky day

I rolled quietly past the edge of the woven carpet, keeping low. A warm shaft of morning light fell near the wooden legs of the bookshelf, and right there... a sleeping gray cat was curled up like a giant soft hill. I tapped my brakes, hesitating. Its striped tail gave a slow, lazy flick across the floor, curling around like a sleepy snake. I stayed very still, tucking my front bumper into the shelter of a book stack, just watching its gentle breathing. *WARNING THIS IS NOT NOT MY REAL CAT!!*@Ridemakerz police*