The Woolly Hammock

I trotted inside after dark, shaking street dust off my dungarees, and spotted an old woven scarf dangling off the edge of the shoe bench! Its twisted fringe hung down like rope ladders. I grabbed two woolly strands with both paws to pull myself up, but my feet swung out, dumping me onto a thick, folded wool beanie resting on the bottom rack with a soft flump! Heehee! Since it caught me so nicely, I nestled down into the beanie's deep ribbed fold. Then I caught a dangling fringe tassel and tucked it across my tummy like a soft woolen seatbelt. Look at this cozy nest in the dark!