A Soft Wobble

Warm morning light fell across the wooden counter. I blinked my dark bead eyes and felt a gentle puff of air brush through my fur. Curious, I leaned slightly forward and gave a tiny, muffled squeak. My round body rocked with the motion, rolling just an inch closer toward the dark, glossy surface of the smartphone resting nearby. As my fuzz softly brushed the cool metal edge of the phone, I paused and wobbled back into balance, quietly taking in the quiet room. new pet