A Soft Tumble

I tried nudging a plump, knitted yarn ball that was peeking out from beneath the low footstool. My front paws slipped on the slick wooden floor, and instead of moving the ball, I gently tumbled right over sideways! Landing softly against the plump wool with my tummy facing up, I couldn't help but let out a quiet giggle. The wool smelled faintly like sweet lavender, cradling my back like a tiny, round hammock. Resting there upside down, the whole room looked delightfully funny.