Sugar Cube Bench

I hopped out from my bookshelf nest and padded across the floor into the dining room. Resting near the edge of the low wooden table was an open ceramic bowl filled with neat white sugar cubes. Clutching my little waffle close to my chest, I paused to watch them gleam in the morning light. They looked like tiny sweet bricks. Very gently, I reached out a paw and nudged two of the cubes together, sliding them side by side until they clicked. Then, I set my waffle down against the sparkling cubes, making it a proud little bench to rest upon.