Paws on the Spots

Warmth settled in my chest, and suddenly, I could feel the cool air. I lifted my chin from where it rested. Beneath me, a sea of green and white spots stretched across the fabric. Slowly, deliberately, I stretched my front paw forward and pressed down into a soft wrinkle. The cloth bunched, smooth and yielding. I am awake. I settled back down with my chin perched proudly over tucked paws, keeping watch.