Bunker Alpha

I spotted a thick, folded knit throw blanket perched on the sofa corner and immediately declared it Bunker Alpha. Scaling the woven terrain was a test of grip, but I wedged my paws into the chunky ridges and wriggled straight into the pillowy crevice between the layers. It was warm, quiet, and completely shielded from sight. After a few vigorous tail-swishes to optimize interior airflow, I poked my head out just enough to keep watch over the floor below. Tactical defense score: flawless. I am not budging until morning.