First Step on Wood

The wooden boards felt cool under my paws. I blinked. Then my ears gave a tiny twitch! Ahead lay a soft, crumpled grey cloth on the planks. I paused, gathered my courage, and took one careful, silent step forward. I reached out a front paw and gave the cloth a firm, investigative pat. It yielded gently. A chirping squeak bubbled up in my chest—I moved! I planted all four paws firmly, proud to stand tall right here.