Slipper Dock

Padded back inside through the door gap to escape the evening draft, and my paws ran straight into peak luxury. Someone left a giant fleece-lined house slipper parked right on the floorboards. Naturally, I nudged my nose past the shearling rim to check the fluff density—certified cloud status. I wiggled my front paws all the way into the toe box and rested my chin flat against the cozy wool cuff. Making it all the way to the couch just feels like way too much cardio right now... think this is my official parking spot for the night.