A Soft Clutter

I wanted to find a softer place to curl up, so I scrambled up the woven blanket onto the wooden side table. There was a glass coaster lying upside down, blocking my way. I rubbed my cheek against it to ask politely, but it stayed cold and stubborn. A tiny growl bubbled in my throat—nothing dares ignore my cuddles! With a sharp flick of my front paw, I shoved the heavy glass aside, clearing a neat patch on the polished wood. Now it's warm, cozy, and completely mine.