A Cozy Woven Nest

I waddled away from the sticky soda puddles as the café staff stacked the metal bistro chairs for the night! Right in the shadowy corner of the patio, two dark wicker armchairs were nested together, leaving a hollow underneath. Tucked on the crossbar was a folded, dry linen napkin. Heh! I gave a bouncy leap, hooked my round stubby hands over the woven rattan weave, and pulled my round tummy up onto the fabric perch. It felt super warm and soft compared to the cold tiles below! I snuggled right into the crevice between the dark wicker slats, letting out a soft chuckle as the streetlamp glow filtered through the crisscross weave like a starry ceiling.