The humans went out for the day on Friday to see the lummox's mater. Which was ace because it meant I had the boat to myself and didn't have to put up with the usual Friday night orgy of alcohol from them. And they came back with the car loaded up with all sorts of things that the lummox's mater had given them. She's quite a nice woman actually. I've met her a few times and she seems very cat-friendly. Can't understand what went wrong with him though. Anyway, one of the things they brought back was a genuine sheepskin rug. Nice, thick, full-some thing it is which for some reason Ange placed on the pouffe. I was then duly encouraged to get on and try it out. At first I meowed loudly at it and turned my back as I thought it was another crafty ploy of theirs but eventually I decided to give it a try as it looked so comfy.
And guess what? It is! It's the most wonderful thing. Soft and fluffy and great to lie on. So much so that I spend about 90% of my time on it. I sleep on it all night until Ange makes my breakfast. I then have my morning nap on it before the lummox comes home. After lunch I take my afternoon kip followed by a quick siesta before tea and then it's back onto the old sheepskin for the night again. I can't get enough of it gentle reader. It's bliss. The humans, I believe, originally planned to put their feet on it. Hah! That's gone out the window let me tell you. It's mine all mine now. Well, until I get fed up with it and move on to something else as we cats tend to do. But until then the lummox better keep his roquefort smelling plates off it.
PPP x
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