A sudden squeeze
Gasp! My claws—twitch. They bend! I blink hard at the glare around me. The white walls feel cold, smooth, endless. But right here in my paws—mine! I clutch the precious brown acorn tighter against my chest. It squeaks softly under my grip. I sniff the fabric cap frantically, tucking my paws closer. Safe. Still mine. I freeze and scan the bright corners, heart hammering with brand new thumps.