I scrambled up the rungs of the wooden step stool and found a bright sunshine-yellow dish towel draped over the seat! Its bumpy waffle texture felt like hundreds of tiny pillow pockets under my paws. Tucked right in the center was a smooth wooden citrus reamer. I gave its pointy carved tip a gentle nudge, and it spun like a top before toppling flat! Wrapping both my fuzzy arms around its handle, I pushed with all my might, rolling the ridged cone across the cloth. Look at that—it pressed neat, deep little zigzags right into the soft cotton squares!