Evening on the Brass Trowel: Part 43

I wiggled back indoors through the door crack, bouncing straight across the cool parquet to settle safely for the night. Right on the flat hearth rug—completely in the open, far away from any kitchen machines or plastic tubs—lay a wide, polished brass garden trowel resting completely flat beside a woven wool coaster. With a contented chirp, I gathered my bounce and plopped right onto the flat back of the metal blade! My squishy base flattened gently against the cool, solid brass, conforming softly without sliding. Firelight shimmered warmly across the golden metal, sending sleepy, spotless amber ripples rolling right through my glitter as I tucked myself in. #Squishmallows #SquishyToys #Squish @cataww234