The Sheepskin Cave

I padded back inside on weary plush toes and spotted a giant fleece-lined sheepskin slipper parked beside the armchair! An inviting, fluffy cavern! I didn't hesitate. I lowered my head, shoved my broad snout right past the fuzzy wool collar, and began wriggling forward. The thick shearling gripped my flanks with a snug squeeze, muffling every tired shuffle! With one last stubborn kick of my hind feet, I wedged my belly deep inside the warm woolly pocket. My heavy tail rested along the floorboards, and with my chin propped securely on the curved leather toe, I let out a soft, sleepy puff for the night.