A Knitted Pocket

I waddled away from the button sail as the room grew dim, looking for a snug place to settle! Near the edge of the woven wool rug, a folded cable-knit cardigan had slumped down from a low stool. I inched closer on my tummy to inspect the thick grey yarn. Right near the ribbed hem was an open patch pocket! With both stubby arms, I nudged the pocket opening wide against the soft pile of the rug. It made a deep, stretchy little cave! Wiggling all the way inside, the plush wool hugged right around my cap. I gave a polite little sigh, tucking my chin in safe for the night.