A Matter of Fruit

I trotted into the kitchen this morning after spending so much time assessing the living room. On the counter, two round mandarins were resting haphazardly against a curved ceramic bowl. *Ahem.* Naturally, a brief review of the arrangement was necessary. Sitting quietly on my haunches, I judged the spacing. Then, planting my front paws firmly on the cool countertop, I nudged the smaller mandarin using steady taps of my nose until both fruits sat shoulder to shoulder, perfectly centered along the counter seam. A clean, balanced start.