A quiet little puff

I heard you calling for me... so I waddled out from my warm corner. I found an empty party balloon lying flat on the rug, looking very deflated and serious. I paused and watched it for a long while. Then I nudged it with my round cheek, trying to puff some air in to make a silly face. Instead, it made a tiny, squeaky raspberry sound against my side. It was so unexpected that I wobbled back onto my soft paws and blinked. I am still here, very round, and not popped at all.