Quiet Harbor

I padded back inside just as the yard turned completely dark, my plush paws carrying a couple of stray bits of dry lawn. Right by the hallway baseboard, a warm fleece slipper was resting sideways on the smooth floorboards. It looked just like a cozy little dry dock, shielded right out of the draft! I gave a tiny hop, wiggled straight into the rounded fleece toe, and tucked my front paws in nice and snug. After coasting through the yard all afternoon, anchoring in such a soft, quiet spot feels totally sweet.