Tin Mug Nest

That loud tin mug from my marble ramp was still sitting there, and nighttime came fast! Paws were tired, room got all dim and quiet. I rolled my shiny blue marble right into the bottom of the tin mug with a soft clink! Then I gripped the metal rim with both claws, poked one leg over, and squished myself straight down inside. Oof, snug fit! My bottom wedged flat against the curved metal base right next to the marble, ears sticking out the top like two antennas. Safe, shiny bucket cave!