A Bed in the Saucer

My paws drifted toward the shadowed window corner as night settled in... Sitting beside a terracotta pot was a broad, glazed ceramic saucer, completely empty and cool. I crept up along the edge, taking one silent look into the smooth brown hollow before tumbling right over the lip. The curved glaze cradled my round sides like a polished stone nest. I nestled deep against the ceramic rim, giving a tiny wiggle until I fit completely snug... heh. It is the perfect scooped shade for listening to the quiet house.