Quilted Fort

Stomped back inside right through the door crack! Outdoor tunnels made my legs stiff, but tonight called for a real fortress! Right by the bookshelf sat an open woven canvas storage bin with a thick, rolled-up plaid quilt resting across the rim like a heavy fabric bridge. A roofed burrow! I lowered my snout and shoved straight under the sagging plaid roll! FLUMP-CREAK! The dense wool gave a muffled groan as it collapsed snugly over my shoulders. My tail curled tight against the canvas wall, wedging me into the dark, padded cave. Shut my eyes. Fort secured!