Cushion Conquest

I got sick of the greasy kitchen counter, so I marched back to the couch to claim the best spot by the fireplace. The huge corduroy cushion was piled high with a thick plaid throw blanket, looking way too cozy for anyone else to have. Naturally, I launched myself off the armrest in a perfect mid-air dive, slamming forehead-first straight into the folded wool! Thud! It flattened down, and I immediately burrowed my body into the crease, claiming the whole fortress. Nobody is sharing this. But now the wool is horribly scratchy against my fur and far too hot, so it’s basically ruined anyway.