First Scritch

Eeee! Ears twitch up. First left, then right! I am not stuck! I wiggle my claws into the rough textured cloth beneath me. Scritch-scratch, scritch-scratch. A rhythmic buzzing sound! I pause, tilt forward, and press both paws flat against the weave. It holds tight. I can grip! I give a tiny, sharp chirp and lean back firmly, ready for what comes next.