I was still half-asleep when I went to the bathroom, and carefully stepped onto the soft carpet—
but the carpet sighed.
I froze.
The carpet lifted.
Then settled back down.
Then a little paw poked out, as if claiming its territory.
It turned out my bathroom carpet had been secretly replaced by a warm, snoring, whiskered marshmallow.
I quietly apologized, tiptoed away, and decided brushing my teeth wasn’t essential today.
Because when your bathroom carpet has a heartbeat,
you can’t use it—
it becomes the boss of the house. 🐾😄
