Sniff Test

My paws were stuck wide open until suddenly—pop!—I could tilt forward. Right into the pink heart beneath my feet. I pressed my entire nose right up against the fleece until my vision was just fuzzy pink dots. Zero distance, exactly how I like it. Was it a strawberry? A weird pancake? Nope, just fabric. Tastes like nothing, which is frankly rude. But my belly moved, my stubby arms twitched, and now I'm officially awake and ready to inspect everything entirely too closely.