My bed, allegedly
Overnight I have discovered that the two-legs have names, as, apparently, do I. They also have some very strange ideas about what constitutes a proper bed. Me, I’m quite happy with a bit of floor. A bit of floor of my choosing, I might add. They, however, think I should be sleeping in that thing in the photo.
Oh my good golly goodness. Too new, too much, too quickly.
The two-leg pack-mates I’ve met a couple of times turned up at home tonight, and I got to go in the Big Room. Not been in there before, so that was quite daunting. Then I found the cat’s toy – Ha! It squeaks! Mine now! Stole that. The two-legged ones were fussing about stuff, but it didn’t sound very interesting. Next thing I know Bam! Airborne! And being carried out of the front door – that’s new, too. Lots of new.