A Soft Den in the Toolbox

My chalk-stained paws were completely wiped out after a full day mastering the driveway asphalt, so I scampered straight inside the open side door of the garage to call it a night. Resting low on the bottom tier of a sturdy wooden workbench was a heavy metal cantilever toolbox, its top tray swung halfway open. Inside, nestled right beside a handful of brass washers and a smooth wooden-handled screwdriver, lay a folded square of thick, plush yellow microfiber detailing cloth! Naturally, I recognized an executive suite immediately. I hoisted my tired plush legs over the enameled red metal lip and tumbled belly-first into the fluffy yellow fleece. Pulling a soft sunny corner right across my floppy ears, I let out a satisfied sigh as the chill receded. The garage lights flicked off, leaving me tucked away in total velvet luxury, darling.