A Bumpy Waffle Nest
A thick waffle-weave blanket was resting in a neat roll right at the foot of the bed! I trotted over and tapped the square pockets with my paw. Squishy, bumpy, and warm! I gave the soft edge a brisk nudge with my snout, pushing the fold open until it formed a tiny, hollow cave. Hop! I backed right into the fold, feeling the textured squares press gently against my sides. I tucked the soft ribbed hem snugly under my chin. Ah, yes! Just the right spot for the night.