Willow meets a new friend!

I pushed myself up from the floor. Each step was slow and cautious. Near the wooden foot of the sofa, a fringe of fallen wool yarn caught my attention. It looked like a tiny, sleeping creature. I crouched low, holding very still, then extended one paw to tap it. The yarn rolled lazily across the floorboards. It did nothing scary. I rested my chin against the sofa fabric, quite pleased with my new soft companion.