Chasing the Warm Square

A warm golden square settled across the dining room floor. Pure noon heat! I trotted right into the bright center without a second thought. Flop! Down went my belly against the heated oak. Warmth soaked deep into my felt seams. Delicious! But wait—the bright patch was sliding! Quietly slipping toward the table. Did I stand up? No need! I dug my front paws into the wood and dragged my long body forward, inch by inch. I kept my snout anchored right inside the yellow glow until clunk—my nose met the warm wooden chair leg. Perfect spot.