A Soft Stomp

A tiny warm rumble started deep inside my chest. I blinked, then shifted my little green feet against the deep, navy fuzz. It was wonderfully soft. Curious, I lifted one foot and brought it down with a deliberate, soft thump into the plush blanket. The fleece squished obediently under my weight, muffling the stomping sound into a muted rustle. I let out a mellow hum, reaching out with both curved white paws to pat the surrounding velour. It gave way so easily. Satisfied with this plush shelter, I leaned back right into the plush hollow and settled in.