Under the Nylon Dome

The front screen door was propped open just enough for me to slip outside! Resting sideways across the porch deck was a giant, fully opened rain umbrella. It looked like a private nylon cave! I ducked low and scampered straight under the arched fabric. Inside, the morning sun filtered through the cloth in a bright, glowing haze! When I reached up and tapped a thin metal stretcher with my front paw—*twang!*—the springy wire rattled and the whole canopy wobbled. I trotted three proud circles around the curved handle and settled down in the cool shade. My very own fortress!