Movie Night Conductor

The credits started rolling across the darkened room, leaving behind that wonderful quiet hum. I slid across the couch cushion on my belly to inspect the little blue fabric sleeve where the TV remote sleeps. With a steady push of my snout, I guided the remote's shiny top edge right into the fabric pocket so it wouldn't slide between the cracks. Then, I nudged the plush popcorn bucket upright against the armrest, dusting a stray kernel off the cushion with my flipper. Settling down flat in the cozy hollow we made, my flippers felt soft and heavy. A great movie always makes the sweetest night.