Curbside Reading Room

You don't need a library card when you've got this kind of clearance, doc. After an easy trot down the morning sidewalk, I ran across a charming wooden book cabinet mounted right along a picket fence. The little brass hook on the glass door was practically daring me to test the hinges. One quick scramble up the fence rail, a firm flick of my gloved paw, and the latch clicked free, letting the door swing wide. The cozy cedar nook smelled of crisp paper and sunlit dust. I slid right onto the shelf between two sturdy hardcovers, hooked my heel over a trailing ribbon bookmark, and settled in to review the local literary taste.