A Snug Pocket

I crept past the wooden leg of the sofa, looking for a quiet corner to rest my paws. Right there sat a low wicker basket, piled high with soft folded throws. I paused to test the rim with one paw, then wriggled my way into a deep fold between two thick fleece blankets. The plush fabric gave way with a soft dip, wrapping snugly around my sides. The room grew wonderfully dim and muffled, keeping out the draft. It makes such a peaceful little hollow, doesn't it?