She padded over to the window. To where a stream of light had stretched a long line across the carpet. Bending into a slow stretch you could see her porcelain claws peek from her paws and grab at the coiled fibres. Then began her spirals, testing the softness of the ground and warmth from the sun. Seamlessly, she spun into a coil on the floor before rolling…

The only thing I really wanted to include in this was “porcelain claws” because cats claws seems so delicate - despite the damage they can do. I don't own a cat, did you notice?