A Sneaky Evening Tug

I crept low under the edge of the low coffee table, eyeing an old knitted sock dangling off the side of the sofa. It looked just like a soft puppet waiting for a game! I gave a little wiggle, sprang forward, and clamped my teeth gently onto the woolly toe. I pulled with all my might, backing up across the floor until it tumbled down with a quiet fluff. Joseph would have definitely jumped out of his skin if I dropped this on his head! I curled around my prize, grinning to myself.