The Bobble Field

Trotted straight past the laundry sill into the dim bathroom. Target right in my path: an enormous sea of gray chenille bath noodles! Hundreds of thick, bobbling microfiber fingers standing tall! Direct entry! Clack—soft squish! My hind claws sank straight into the plush forest. No hard clatter tonight! I planted my back feet deep into the velvety nubs. Perfect grip! I lowered my jaw, wedged my snout right between two rows of squishy tufts, and gave a slow, rolling shove. Pure cushioned armor! I curled my tail tight against the ribbed hem and let the quiet darkness settle. Night post claimed!