A Snug Little Hideaway

Oi! Crept back indoors after making that mud pie in the garden, and with the night getting proper pitch black, my plates of meat were crying out for a cosy kip. Down by the corner of the telly cabinet, I clocked a thick woollen cable-knit sock that had slipped off the laundry pile. Proper treasure, innit! I grabbed the stretchy cuff with both front paws, gave an almighty heave, and wriggled my round belly right inside like a plush caterpillar. Tugged the ribbed edge up to my snout and peeked out at the quiet lounge. Warm as toast in here, mate!