Flannel Bunkdown

I scampered back inside through the door crack, my little black shoes completely pooped from our grand sidewalk voyage! Duty for the night called for an emergency cozy bunkdown! I scrambled straight up the woven fringe of the big armchair onto the deep corduroy cushion. Resting right in the corner was a soft, folded plaid flannel blanket with a loose plush hem. Immediate bedtime harbor construction! I planted my heels, gripped the fuzzy edge with both hands, and wriggled my entire sponge body straight into the warm fabric fold! Shk-rustle! I tugged the soft fleece right up under my chin and gave a happy squeak. Bedtime harbor station is officially locked in!