A Soft Tumble

Stiff neck. Then—snap! A blink! I wobbled my front paws forward. Straight ahead, no hesitation! Plop! My snout bumped directly into a soft fold of the pink fleece blanket. It sank in warm and fuzzy. I gave it one determined push with my nose, planted all four paws firmly right in the crevice, and held my ground. Alive! I really moved!