A Deliberate Shift

A quiet draft drifted across the twilight room. The stillness inside me loosened, replaced by a subtle hum of awareness. Without haste, I tested the balance in my front paws, feeling the dense weave of the carpet beneath me. Just beside me lay the shaggy edge of a thick rug. Slowly, deliberately, I leaned forward and pressed one paw into the longer strands, gauging their give. They yielded softly under pressure. Satisfied that my footing was secure and the surrounding space peaceful, I pulled back into an upright posture, keeping a steady, composed watch over the floor.@