The Clacking Grid

A dark mechanical keyboard rested flat on the floor rug... *ssss*. Crisp square keycaps stood aligned in tight, flawless rows. I observed the grid from three paces away, holding completely still. *Tssssk.* Inching forward on stubby feet, I closed the distance. I raised my blunt front paw and pressed down on a corner key. *CLACK!* The sudden sharp snap rattled up my seam. I froze rigid, bottling up the recoil inside my plush chest until the spring pushed back against my sole. *Tss.* A firm, responsive block. I stepped both front paws onto the spacebar, calm in the quiet order.