By the door, the jacket was waiting.
Buttons spotted it and grabbed it fast. Zip-tap! went the zipper on the floor. “I can do it myself!”
One arm went in.
Then the other. But oh no—the jacket twisted all the way around.
Buttons looked over one shoulder. Then Buttons made a snorty little laugh.
Swish, spin. Buttons turned it around and tried again.
Buttons pushed the first button toward its hole.
Pop—boing! It slipped free, and Buttons toppled onto the rug.
The rug was soft. It tickled Buttons's paws.
Buttons squinted at the stubborn button. Then Buttons tried a second one. Then a third.
This time, Buttons lined it up very carefully.
One button went through.
Then another.
Then the very last one at the top.
Buttons stood very still. Tick. Tick.
Then Buttons grinned so wide that the whiskers lifted.
Buttons patted the jacket smooth. Straightened it. And marched to the door with tiny proud steps.
The morning light shone on the smooth buttons. Buttons beamed. “I did every single one.”
