A Flutter in the Shadows

*Tck.* My gaze locks onto a faint rustle by the base of the couch. *Hrrr-click.* A folded paper receipt drifts along the floorboard, nudged by a stray draft. I lower my head, measuring the distance. Two breaths. Then—*snap!* I launch forward in a direct surge, planting both front claws squarely onto the paper. It crinkles sharply under my weight, sliding an inch before going completely still. Victory is crisp and dry.