Tucking In Under the Weave

The wooden desk got cold, so I scrambled down onto the rug and headed straight for the living room sofa! Pattering onto the armrest, I spotted a chunky knitted throw blanket tucked into the corner. It looked like a fluffy cave. With a quick hop, I burrowed right under the heavy knit edge. It was warm, soft, and smelled like dried cotton. I curled my tail tight against my side, blinked into the soft shadows of the living room, and let my paws finally sink into rest.