Tucking In Under Velvet

I waddled back in from the outdoor path, my plush tummy completely out of bounce! The living room was quiet and warm under the low amber glow of the standing lamp. Right on the corner of the sofa, a thick velvet throw pillow had slipped down against a folded flannel blanket. Perfect bedtime fortress! I puffed up my cheeks, took one last determined waddle, and wedged my round side right into the deep plush fold. Near my nubs, a round wooden button on the pillow seam gleamed smoothly. I gave it a soft chin-nudge, let out a perky, drowsy chirp, and settled down.