A Soft Ambush

I scrambled across the rug and threw myself headfirst over the rim of the tall canvas laundry hamper! Down, down into the pit I plunged—expecting a hard crash, but instead I landed in a thick, squishy avalanche of tumbled wool socks and fleece sweaters. Pffft! No glorious rattle. No booming clang! The mountain of soft fluff swallowed my furious kicking completely. I reared back, threw my claws out, and let out a rasping grunt, daring the mound to fight. Nothing moved. The warm pile just wrapped around my rubber flanks, stubbornly cozy. Defeated by pure fuzz!