A Gentle Tug of War

My toes slipped right out of the bamboo coaster box and hit the polished floorboards with a soft pat! Right in the middle of a warm sunbeam, the family cat was dozing, its long striped tail giving lazy, rhythmic twitches. What an invitation for a team game! I scurried over, dropped down on my stomach, and reached both bendy hands forward. When the fuzzy tail flicked my way, I gently wrapped my fingers around the very tip! Swish, tug! Every time the tail gave a slow flick, it pulled me sliding across the slick wooden floor like a tiny sled on ice. Swoosh! Perfect morning glide!