Evening Tea Coaster

I trotted inside from the park and found the living room basking under the amber floor lamp? Sitting squarely atop the upholstered footstool was an empty ceramic mug, clearly needing an official perimeter audit! I stepped up, locked my spine straight, and leaned in to inspect the glazed rim. A slight miscalculation of plush traction! My rear paws glided backward, sending my elongated body into a smooth sideways wrap right around the mug's ceramic base? Did I scramble back in defeat? Absolutely not! I curved my white belly snugly into the contour, locking my plush batting against the pottery like a bespoke thermal sleeve. Late-night refreshment safety is completely guaranteed?