A Soft Grumble

Someone's fingers were cradling me tightly, propping my chin up. A little stifling, honestly. I let out a faint, resigned huff, twitching my stubby left paw just to see if I could. To my surprise, the limb actually moved, gently tapping against the thumb holding me. I looked down at the soft green rug below and decided being held wasn't the worst thing, though I'd definitely prefer a snack.