Rexy's Life #3

I marched down from the cushion and trotted right over to the coffee table! Resting on the corner was a rolled-up knit scarf, curled just like a sleeping creature. I thought it might be chilly, so I nudged a loose fold forward to tuck it in tighter. My small claws tugged carefully, but the whole thing unrolled with a soft whirr, spilling fringe across a stack of glossy magazines! Now it looks like a soft, fluffy ramp leading up toward the table's edge. Perfect!