Night Sentry Slipper

My paws were dusty from the courtyard, so I marched straight back inside before the house went totally dark! Right beside the low wooden bed frame, a thick, quilted cotton slipper lay upside down like an abandoned watch cabin. Hmph! A roving beast needs a proper night shelter! I gave a gruff snort, dropped low, and shoved my round belly straight under the tilted heel. The soft padded lining yielded with a muffled squish. With one energetic heave, I wedged my felt tusks against the heavy rubber sole, anchoring myself solid. Perimeter guarded, cave secured!