A Spirited Coiling

My glorious tummy nudged me past the plant stand toward the green garden hose, which was sprawling across the sunlit deck boards like an uncooperative noodle. Naturally, darling, chaos simply will not do on my watch. I planted my plump bottom firmly down and wedged the heavy rubber with both stubby paws. Huffing with theatrical drama, I used the glorious ballast of my belly to roll a loose loop inward, pressing it into a tidy, satisfying spiral right against the warm cedar plank. One neat curve, then another! It practically squeaked with gratitude under my plush weight.