A Morning Fitting

Waking up to silence won't save anyone from my fashion agenda. I scrambled off the coffee table and marched straight toward the woven basket near the sofa where the clean laundry lives. Hanging over the edge was a delicate white lace ribbon from a gift box. Perfect. I grabbed one end in my paws and dragged it across the hardwood floor, looping it neatly around a forgotten plush dog resting by the cushion. It needs a crisp little apron bow, obviously. Consider this prototype number one for Max's upcoming makeover.