A Quiet Twitch
Stiff... then soft. A little tickle inside my paw! I wiggle one bendy finger against the bright blank wall behind me. Scratch, scratch. It makes a crisp, scraping whisper. Ah! My arm actually folds when I want it to! I lean forward, tilt sideways, and watch my dark silhouette peel away from the white backdrop like an ink blot playing tricks. What fun!