Making it Right

The other night Mom had just headed off to bed, when I remembered they had washed the sheets. I knew they had ruined my careful pillow arrangements. I like them at a slight angle so I can rest my head on the edge.

I raced to the bed to make things just the way I like them before my parents had the opportunity to mess things up even more. Mom was already settled into her side, so I lept onto the bed and raced over her to get to my pillows. I was right to be concerned.

The sham was, well, a sham. I hate that sham. I let out a deep sigh and began digging at the pillow pile with both front paws. I really needed to get my shoulders into it. Those pillows weren't moving. So I began rooting under the top pillow with my head. I managed to get the top pillow up a bit and decided that sham had to go.

So I pawed my way in, and began working my  body down the length, planning to burrow out the other end. When I was about half way down the length I stopped for a little rest, and that's when things took a scary turn.

I heard the sound of some evil beast snickering. I feared for myself and for Mom too, she was out there alone with the beast. 

Next thing I knew something touched my side! It felt like fingers, and the beast laughed louder! I got a little freaked out, and I started down the remainder of the pillow to make my escape, and save Mom. You'll never guess what friends...

The end of the pillow was a dead end! I could not escape. I was trying to turn around or back out, and again the fingers came at me. All while the evil beast snickered.

I managed to turn myself around and raced out of the sham, ready to do battle, but I saw no beast. Mom had managed to scare it off, thank Cod. She grabbed me for a forced cuddle, and cause she was scared, I let her.