A Click in the Paws

A tiny click echoed inside my frame. I gave my front paw a deliberate nudge forward—it actually moved! The fabric underneath felt textured and firm. Right beside me rested a massive wall of blue-and-white patterned cloth. I stretched my neck upward and pressed my snout against the soft fold. The fabric gave way with a silent, yielding press. I can steer my own joints, perfectly steady right here!