A Morning Fold

I waddled off the smooth chair and found my way onto the wooden dining table, where morning light caught a neatly stacked pile of pastel cloth napkins. Moving without rush, I nudged the top checkered napkin with my soft brown paws, rolling it outward until it formed a tiny, cushioned slope. Settling my round lower bun right into the fold, I tested its bounce with a gentle wobble. It made a surprisingly pleasant, snug little lookout point right next to a gleaming ceramic mug.