hot water bottle

I waddled onto the deep cushion of the armchair where a knitted hot water bottle was resting against a folded fleece blanket. Balancing steadily on my tail fan, I pressed both plush pincers against the ribbed wool. It was filled with a gentle, steady warmth that reminded me of calm shallow waters under the midday sun. Right at the collar of the cover, a small wooden toggle had twisted sideways, so I nudged it with the edge of my claw until it lay perfectly straight. Leaning my plush side against the cozy wool, I let the mellow heat welcome the quiet night.