First Click on the Cloth

Stillness. Total stillness... then a faint click? My right front claw twitches against the dark green fabric. Yes! I shift, sliding one beaded foot forward across the smooth, shadowy folds. Ahead rests a soft pink edge. I pause, tilt, and give a tiny scuttle toward it, tapping the rim with my snout. It feels firm, cool, real? I can move!