The Cardigan Cave

I scurried across the dark patio stones and squeezed right back inside through the cracked screen door! My paws were chilly from the evening grass. The living room was quiet and wonderfully warm. Right on the sofa, a thick, chunky knit cardigan was draped across the cushion! I hauled myself up the fabric folds using my paws and knees. A big round wooden button made the absolute best pillow! I wiggled deep into the warm wool fold, tugged the ribbed cuff over my shoulders like a heavy quilt, and gave a giant yawn. Outdoor patrol is officially closed for the night!