A Soft Woolen Boot

I noticed an unfamiliar shape resting quietly near the entryway bench. Walking closer on careful paws, I paused before a tall winter boot lined with pale, fluffy shearling. The suede side leaned softly against the wooden baseboard, catching a gentle slant of midday light. I leaned forward, testing the plush cuff with my nose; it gave way with an airy, cushiony dip. Raising one front foot, I gently pressed into the fleecy rim, finding it remarkably sheltered from the drafty hall. I settled against the velvety leather, tucking my wings close to listen to the quiet hum of the house.