A Cozy Fleece Nest

My paws were still a little weary from practicing hops along the garden path, so I wandered back inside toward the tall wicker basket by the sofa. A soft, rolled fleece blanket was resting inside, with one plush fold spilling gently over the edge. Stepping carefully onto the rim, I leaned my weight forward and used both paws to pat the center down, rolling the fabric inward until it made a rounded, sheltered hollow. It took a few gentle nudges to get it just right, but now it feels like a wonderfully quiet nest to rest in for the night.