Just because I have the biggest, fluffiest rear-end in the house doesn’t mean that I can be used as a pillow. There I was, minding my own business, having a nice snooze on what used to be my futon when The Big Guy clambers up behind me and plonks his two-ton head on my lovely derriere.
Hmmpffhh!
Yesterday we got a new pink blankie for our lounging area.
It’s very important to get as much scent, hair and slobber on items like this, as soon as possible, so I have been rolling, snuffing and wiggling here all night. It’s great fun!
Our regular guest, Duby Wai is staying with us while his mum and dad are on holiday. He has been doing his best to help out, but he is so miniscule, he’s hardly left an impression, other than strangling the new blankie into a heap.
The Big Guy has also gotten in on the act – I think between us all we should have this thing properly personalised by lunch time.
I found this nice spot on the couch, with nice warm sunshine on my back, and there I was, minding my own business having a good old snooze when along comes The Big Guy who decided that this spot is perfect and clambered up to join me.
I think we make a lovely couple. If only he wasn’t poking my bum with that massive back paw of his.
Well, the first wave of Foxes has landed in Baskerville Manor and I am now busy watching over the cubs in case they get lost in the maze of blankets and cushions that have landed on the box room floor.
I wonder, though, who is this “Mario” they keep referring to? He’d better not try to take my spot.
I allowed the Foxecubs to sleep on my bed so I could supervise them properly.
And I have to admit, I am looking good after that grooming marathon with Yours Truly Confused.
