Looky! I have a new bed. Mom bought it for me yesterday;
she says it's an orthopedic bed and has memory foam in it too.
TECHNICALLY it's a bed for woofies,
but on account of me being a big guy,
she had to look elsewhere.
This here is our upstairs second bedroom window area, the place that gets
the most sun - especially impawtant for those cold winter days.
Leia gets the small woofie bed you see to the left (it used to belong to cousin Max)
but I lounged on the floor. I tried the bed a couple of times but most of me just
didn't fit in it.
Mom. Mom. Mommy! We haz to talk.
Toby was such a BEAST to me the other night!
Why did he get a present?!
Mom: I know it doesn't seem fair, Tabby Girl, but Toby's old, creaky bones
need extra help. YOU have that nice plushie bed, he needs something too.
And this wasn't really a present, you know.
Leia: Hmpf. This may require the back of disrespect. I shall have to consider.
In the meantime...
Happy Caturday, furriends!