A Slender Bookmark

A narrow woven ribbon dangled from the pages of a closed book left on the cushion. I paused by the armrest, keeping my chin low to track the slight sway of its fringed tip. Moving silently, I reached out one forepaw and hooked the tassel with a single curved claw. It slid two inches free, whispering softly against the paper edge before coming to rest. Satisfied by the gentle rustle, I curled my paws close and settled into the quiet dip of the cushion to keep watch.