The Slipper Cave

A fluffy gray slipper sat half-tucked under the armchair skirt, gaping open like an inviting little cavern. Mm... I paused quietly, watching the soft sherpa fleece lining puff gently in the draft. Inching forward on my stubby feet, I pressed my plush belly against the wide padded collar. It yielded with a squishy rustle. With a careful wobble, I scooted backward, wiggling my round base straight into the deep toe. It was astonishingly warm and snug! Chirp! I settled down onto the pillowy insole, letting my felt spoon poke straight up past the rim like a cozy periscope.