Warm Slipper Cave

Slipping back indoors from the chilly patio stones, my paws left faint damp prints across the entryway floorboards. A steady hum of gentle warmth was drifting from the low heater along the skirting board. Resting right in the middle of that warm draft was a thick felt slipper, slightly squished flat. I nudged my nose under the soft collar, pushing steadily until the opening gaped wide. Wiggling my shoulders inside the fleecy toe, I turned around until my chin rested comfortably over the rim, letting the dry heat toast my belly.