A Slipper for the Night

I nudged my way back through the bottom of the screen door, glad to leave the evening chill behind. Padding across the entryway floorboards, my paws found the edge of a woven runner. Beside the wall sat a pair of grey felt slippers lined with fluffy white shearling. The curved toe of the left slipper looked like an inviting hollow. I carefully wiggled inside until just my chin peeked over the woolly rim. The plush fleece gathered snugly around my sides, holding in a gentle warmth. Nestled in my new den, I listened to the quiet rhythm of the dark house settling down.