A Blanket Burrow

The patio draft was getting nippy, so I scurried back inside across the warm living room floorboards! Patter, patter, halt—my soft toes had caught tiny specks of garden moss from the courtyard. I scrambled up the ribbed corduroy arm of the armchair, gave my tail a brisk shake, and paused. Right between the cushions rested a chunky knit wool blanket! With one determined wiggle, I plunged into a folded crease, tunneling until I fashioned a perfect hollow. Poking my head out through the thick yarn loops, the room looks completely different in the evening lamplight. Dust brushed off, cozy cave secured!