The Warm Cotton Bunker

I trotted indoors after sundown and spotted a woven wicker basket parked right by the hallway runner, loaded to the brim with fluffy towels fresh from the dryer! That looked way too inviting to pass up. I braced my back paws, took a hearty hop over the braided rim, and tumbled straight into the warm cotton mountain. The fabric was toasty and smelled like clean sunshine. I used my front paws to burrow a snug little trench between two thick bath sheets, then nestled down deep until only my snout peeked out. My digging paws are completely warmed up and officially off-duty!