A Cozy Corduroy Pocket

Coming back inside after the afternoon patio breeze, the living room felt so quiet and dim. Resting flat on the low shelf beneath the fabric footstool was an open, corduroy notebook cover. I paused... tilting my head to see how the soft ridges caught the warm yellow lamplight. Taking two slow, gentle steps, I leaned my weight forward and pushed my paws inside the stitched side pocket. It opened up into a snug, ribbed hollow! With a quiet rustle, I wriggled right in, curling my paws neatly over the soft lining. It holds the evening warmth just like a tiny sleeping bag.