My comfy, trusted bed disappeared yesterday. I tried looking for it but it really wasn't anywhere to be seen. Luckily I was able to sprawl in the sun on the carpet and then loaf on one or other of the Servants' laps.
But always in the back of my mind was: "Where is my nice warm bed?"
Anyhow, it turned up today. Back in the same place as if nothing had happened. However, it smells all funny - it doesn't smell of me at all any more. And it's not the same colour. It used to be a nice pale grey and now it's white.
I've decided I won't sleep in it.
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Mewsings of a London cat who enjoys tuna fish, sleeping, and living in Fulham
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