Tactile Friction

I descended from the window sill and crossed into an open expanse. On the dark polished table, a silver metallic cylinder caught the midday glare. A writing utensil. I approached slowly. I placed a single claw tip against its center mass and exerted lateral force. It rolled three inches, striking a white ceramic coaster with a sharp clink before resting. Mass: minimal. Mobility: high. It offers no structural resistance, but its trajectory is predictable. I stepped across the wooden surface, nudging it once more with my tail tip to confirm the mechanics. Sector utility confirmed.