I already described the warm bed in the living room where Joan and I often snuggle up together, now it's getting cooler. Sometimes the sun shines on it and it feels so warm and cosy... but sometimes the sun goes away. I don't really like this system. With the lights in the house, the humans just press a switch to make them go off or on. But I'm pretty sure they don't have a switch for the sun. I wonder who does?
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago one of the humans stuffed a giant pillow, which she called a duvet, into a giant case, which was called a duvet cover. They are not very original with their names, but I suppose humans aren't very creative. They don't even like it when we try to help with the sheets-and-duvet routine...
Still, the duvet greatly improved the bed... it became nice and squashy, a good place to go to sleep during the daytime.
Then there was quite an exciting development.
Since our first days here, the bedroom door has been closed at nighttime. The old cats could sleep in there, but not Joan and me. Sometimes they let us in for a few minutes, but as soon as we pounced on those moving things under the sheets, they yelped and insisted we leave the room. It seemed unfair, but we had the rest of the house to play in.
It finally dawned on me that maybe those lumps under the sheet were not small animals but hidden human feet. Which meant that perhaps it was not our duty to attack and destroy them.. but you never know. It was impossible to resist.
But after the duvet appeared. the humans had a conversation during which they said things like 'Alex is calmer' and 'Sophia would be happier'. And that night... the bedroom door stayed a little bit open! They were right that Sophia was happier. She hated being shut in, OR shut out, so she would complain loudly several times in the night until the humans got up and let her in. Or out Or in again. Joan and I used to wait outside, hoping we could dash under the bed, but we never succeeded.
Now we can sleep anywhere we want to at night. It's strange, though. The downstairs bed, even without the sunshine switched on, seems like the best place. So we still sleep there, as there's easy access to the kitchen for a quick snack.
Then, as it slowly begins to get lighter in the morning, we run up the stairs and jump on the human bed, and nuzzle into the humans until one of them gets up to give us some more food.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago one of the humans stuffed a giant pillow, which she called a duvet, into a giant case, which was called a duvet cover. They are not very original with their names, but I suppose humans aren't very creative. They don't even like it when we try to help with the sheets-and-duvet routine...
Still, the duvet greatly improved the bed... it became nice and squashy, a good place to go to sleep during the daytime.
Then there was quite an exciting development.
Since our first days here, the bedroom door has been closed at nighttime. The old cats could sleep in there, but not Joan and me. Sometimes they let us in for a few minutes, but as soon as we pounced on those moving things under the sheets, they yelped and insisted we leave the room. It seemed unfair, but we had the rest of the house to play in.
It finally dawned on me that maybe those lumps under the sheet were not small animals but hidden human feet. Which meant that perhaps it was not our duty to attack and destroy them.. but you never know. It was impossible to resist.
But after the duvet appeared. the humans had a conversation during which they said things like 'Alex is calmer' and 'Sophia would be happier'. And that night... the bedroom door stayed a little bit open! They were right that Sophia was happier. She hated being shut in, OR shut out, so she would complain loudly several times in the night until the humans got up and let her in. Or out Or in again. Joan and I used to wait outside, hoping we could dash under the bed, but we never succeeded.
Now we can sleep anywhere we want to at night. It's strange, though. The downstairs bed, even without the sunshine switched on, seems like the best place. So we still sleep there, as there's easy access to the kitchen for a quick snack.
Then, as it slowly begins to get lighter in the morning, we run up the stairs and jump on the human bed, and nuzzle into the humans until one of them gets up to give us some more food.
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