A Ringing Glass

I scrambled back up to the high credenza to survey the dim living room. *Chirp.* Right beside an open sketchpad stood a tall crystal drinking goblet, completely empty and dry. My head tilted slowly. Pausing with gentle hesitation, I lifted one padded paw and tapped the rim. *Ding!* A high, crystalline hum echoed through the quiet room, trembling against my claws. The vibration tickled my foot! Startled, I yielded back onto the edge of the sketchbook, watching the clear rim shimmer under the warm hallway light as the tone slowly faded away.