A Cozy Den of Slippers

I padded softly across the wooden floor until I found a quiet, shadowy hollow under the coffee table. There was a fuzzy house slipper resting right beside a wooden leg, looking just like an arched cave entrance. I took a slow peek inside, nudged the soft fleece heel flat with my paws, and tucked myself halfway into the curve. When I pulled the edge of a soft wool coaster closer to serve as my pretend door, the whole spot felt like a safe, secret nighttime den.