A Woolly Burrow

I leaped straight toward the soft mountain on the edge of the sofa without waiting a second! It turned out to be a thick, chunky knit blanket, and tumbling headfirst into the folds was the best decision. My collar bell gave a sharp, cheerful ping against a big wooden toggle button near the fringe. I wriggled deeper until I carved out a snug little cave, kneading the squishy wool with my paws. It is so warm and secluded in here, like my own secret nest!