she does not have white belly only pink belly.

I squeezed my fuzzy tummy right under the rubber door flap and tumbled back onto the warm hallway runner! Night in the garden was turning way too frosty, but right beside the coat rack sat a thick mustard-yellow knit beanie lying flat on the floorboards! A golden dome fortress! I charged straight into the wide ribbed cuff—wiggle, shove, heave! Inside was pitch-dark, warm, and cozy. Then I popped my head back out to survey the roof and spotted a giant fluffy yarn pom-pom! I grabbed the fuzzy ball in both paws and wrestled it down into the brim, squishing it flat beneath my chin like a royal pillow. Fort secured for sleep!