Cat Toad In A Sock

I scrambled down from the side table early this morning to do some real marching! Right near the warm metal heater in the hallway, someone dropped a giant basket of clean laundry. A giant fuzzy yellow wool sock had spilled over the rim and hit the floor like a twisted slide! I didn't walk around it—I took a big running leap right into the middle of the sock. It was so plush and squishy that my feet sank right in with a soft squeak! I wriggled all the way through the stretchy wool tunnel until my head popped out the toe opening. It feels like wearing an entire sweater on my bottom half!