Slipper Bivouac

Sneaking back inside after courtyard patrol left my stuffing completely drained. Right beside the armchair, I spotted the ultimate prize: a giant, fleece-lined house slipper parked on the rug. A ready-made sleeping bag! I dove straight into the fuzzy opening, but my kicking feet knocked the floppy tongue forward and clamped me inside in pitch darkness. Classic trap! I wedged my plush elbows against the warm fleece lining, gave two solid wiggles, and popped my masked head right out over the collar. With my soft arms resting flat across the suede rim, this is officially the coziest night watch post in the house.