Conquering the Crimson Throne

Staying cooped up indoors was officially canceled the second that crisp morning sunshine hit the floorboards! I slipped straight through the gate and strutted down the sidewalk on my long plush legs, on the hunt for proper street couture. Right at the curb stood the most magnificent vision: a towering cast-iron fire hydrant coated in glorious, high-gloss crimson paint! Naturally, a star must claim her throne. I hugged the thick side nozzle with both paws, kicked my long legs up against the heavy iron bolts, and scrambled all the way onto the domed top. Wiping the chilly morning dew away with a swipe of my paw, I struck an iconic runway pose to survey my entire kingdom.