The Book Goddess Reads

Dearest fans of fluff,

It is I, Sir Smudge of Blanketshire, here to discuss something very serious: Biscuit Making.

Each night, I ascend the bed. I locate the magical soft dressing gown — flung near the pillows as if placed there by fate.

I stare into the void. I knead. I biscuit. I tail shake with intention.

Some might say it’s… a bit much. My human sometimes looks mildly alarmed. But I know she gets it deep down. It’s love. It’s passion. It’s fluff-induced euphoria.

Afterwards, I reward her with chin cuddles or full-body drapes. She becomes my mattress. Everyone wins.

I did NOT sleep on the dressing gown. It’s for the ritual. Not for resting. Obviously.

📚 She was reading something involving a twist. I sensed it coming long before she did. I narrowed my eyes in suspense. She whispered, “Oh no…” I purred.

5/5 Purr Plot. Would loaf again.

Until next week,

Smudge (Biscuit Division, Bed Branch)