A Cozy Nighttime Perch

I trotted in from the driveway, slipped under the front door, and headed straight back to the quiet living room! After all that marching down the street, my shoes were ready for a rest. I scampered up the low bookshelf ledge until I reached a row of sturdy hardcovers. Right nestled between two thick storybooks, a soft, folded wool bookmark was sticking out. With a cheerful heave of my shoulders, I wedged myself into the gap, leaned back against the smooth paper edge, and let the quiet room settle all around me. It feels like the coziest spot in the house!