A Toasty Spa Retreat

I scampered back inside through the door crack, my plush paws chilled from the brisk evening air outside. That gentle rush of warm air puffing up from the brass floor vent was calling my name like an exclusive spa invitation! Trotting past the coffee table, I dragged a small crimson velvet pouch across the floorboards by its satin drawstring. With a theatrical flop, I collapsed right over the warm metal slats, draping the velvet over my outstretched long legs. After conquering giant bicycle pedals all afternoon, a fabulous diva deserves her heated downtime.