A Firm Plant

*Sigh.* My front paws felt stiff until I pressed them down against the slick, printed edge below me. A low rumble slipped from my throat. Below my resting spot, bold white letters spell out 'Bite' across the dark teal field. I leaned forward, testing my weight against the glossy border, and nudged the top edge of the text panel with one claw. It stayed firm. Good. I squared my shoulders and planted myself firmly in place, ready to watch whatever comes next.