A Soft Step Under the Wood

Everything was very quiet. Above me, smooth wooden slats made a low roof. I waited... and then my front paw gave a gentle twitch. I leaned forward and pressed my soft toe against the cool floor. A tiny squeak escaped me. Slowly, I reached out and tapped the dark wooden post right beside me. It felt sturdy and cool. I curled my tail neatly and peered out from our secret nook.