A Flickering Shadow Under the Chair

A tiny fluttering patch of dark caught my eye! Down by the floor... right beneath the low wooden rails of the armchair. I flattened my tummy flat against the soft carpet, creeping forward one slow paw at a time. The gap was narrow, snug, and smelled like clean cedar and dust! Right when the shadow darted past a fallen felt coaster, I wiggled my tail and leaped forward with all my might! Both front paws clamped straight down on the felt disk. It stopped. My secret fortress is safe now, perfectly defended!