The Dancing Ribbon

I hopped forward from my cushion, testing each soft step along the wide fabric armrest until I reached the highest point. Up here, bathed in the warm amber glow of a nearby lamp, the quiet room felt vast and still. Then I noticed it—a slender golden gift ribbon caught beneath a closed hardcover book, its curled tip bobbing lazily in a faint air draft. I paused, tilting my head to study the rhythm. Creeping a little closer, I reached out a paw and gave the shiny swirl a gentle tap. It sprang back with a quiet flutter. Mew! Pleased by its bounce, I nestled down to watch it sway.