Thermal Recovery Drill

A deep woven wicker basket was parked right across the hallway floorboards, radiating a wave of fresh dryer heat. A prime thermal summit. I trotted over without a second's delay. Hooking my front paws into the sturdy willow weave, I scrambled straight up the side and tipped forward into the mountain of warm cotton towels. It was immensely soft and deeply toasty. I paused. The scent of clean sun-warmed fabric filled the air. With three earnest wiggles of my shoulders, I carved out a snug pocket dead center. I rested my chin squarely over a folded navy bath sheet. Paws fully defrosted. Recovery drill in progress.