Napping in style
I miss home.
I had a nice little fluffy bed where Bear and I could curl up and just doze for hours. It was right at my height (I am pretty short) in a safe little corner. And if I was not happy there, I could always find soft couch or a warm body to sleep on. Things have changed.
In this cold, drafty, third floor apartment I have to fight for comfy spots with my two-legs. Lets make a list shall we:
- the floor (carpeted yes but boring and I could be stepped on)
- his bed (right by the constantly open windows, pretty hard too)
- his small chair (where he is 98% of the time he is home)
- the big chair (my spot of choice when it is not covered in his junk)
So there we have it folks. Four sub-standard places for me to nap. Nothing safe, nothing cozy. Woe is me!
Ah but what have we here. My two-legs brought home new things. Ooo, treats. Yay! a new Bear! Hmmm, looks like he got some stuff too. Yipee…
Wait, there is something else at the bottom. Looks soft. Just about my size. Smells right. Where’s he taking it? The corner by the table… sweet, three walls of protection. Lets try this out. I will just adjust the pillows here, move this bit of padding a bit more over here, stretch out this bit here, circle three times to flatten it all out, and down. Aaaahhhh. Not bad. Not bad.
Life can be pretty sweet sometimes.