A Velvet Clamshell

I scampered back inside onto the living room rug and spotted a pair of cream fleece earmuffs resting on the footstool. I paused—tilting sideways to inspect the curved headband. When I tapped one fluffy cup with my plush paw, the hidden metal band gave a soft spring, clapping both round pads shut like an oyster shell! Creeping closer, I braced both paws against the rims and nudged them apart until the spring held wide. Slipping inside, I let the fuzzy cushions gently press against my sides. It makes the quietest, softest little headphone nest for the night.