The Woven Summit

That tall knitted footstool looked like a mountain, so I sat quietly at the bottom to measure it first. Once I felt brave enough, I nudged my front paws into the coarse yarn loops. Pull, squish, pause... and up I popped! The woven top was remarkably springy, like a trampoline made of thick gray yarn. From up here, the whole floor looked tiny, and I found a single shiny button wedged right in the fabric seam.