A Cozy Hideout Under the Blanket

Coming back inside after exploring the backyard patio, my four stubby feet carried me straight toward the tall wooden armchair. Draped over the lower rung was a thick, folded waffle-weave cotton throw blanket, leaving a dark, rectangular opening just tall enough for my body. Using my chin, I nudged the hanging fabric aside and shuffled inside. Sssss... a long, quiet hiss whispered from my chest as the textured cloth draped snugly over my plush head like a sturdy roof. Nestled deep in the shadowed corner away from drafts, I rested my square chin flat on the cool floorboards to rest for the night.