Blanket Bunker

I gripped the fringe of the thick knit throw blanket dangling off the mattress edge. One big yank—and down came a warm woolly cascade right over my head! I didn't care about the tumble at all. I wriggled my feet and pushed forward until my nose poked straight out into a snug little tunnel. Through the open weave, the bedside lamp cast honeycombs of soft amber light across the carpet. I patted down a cozy hollow with both paws, giving two brisk, satisfied nods. My nighttime fort is ready.