A Crackling Blanket

I scrambled straight up the armrest toward the bright spot by the window! A folded fleece throw was resting there, warming up nicely. The moment I hopped onto the fuzzy fabric, it gave a tiny, cheerful snap of static against my paw. I rolled across it twice to see if it would do it again, and suddenly three little specks of dust clung to my belly fuzz like tiny badges. Not bad for a quick climb!