Tucked in the Fleece

I trotted back indoors through the cracked patio door, padding quietly across the floorboards into the bedroom! Chirp... my little paws were completely worn out from wandering the courtyard and park. Resting on the woven rug sat a pair of puffy, cloud-white fleece slippers. I paused, tilting my head, then scrambled straight over the curved collar of the left one! The deep plush lining was delightfully soft and warm. I wriggled all the way into the toe, turning twice until my tail curled neatly against my side. Resting my chin over the fluffy rim, I let out a contented squeak and let my eyelids droop.