So my little bed in yesterday's post is sometimes my favorite place in the world, and other times I don't step one paw in it.
Not one paw.
Mom thinks it's based on the temperature. In the cool weather I do love to get all toasted up in there, and then I jump out to expose my belly and cool off. In the Summer, even with the A/C it's still pretty hot here in the desert, so I tend to spend my days belly up on the cool tile.
Yes, it is hard to sleep with all the delighted squealing of how cute I am, but I endure it.
The other reason I am currently refusing my bed... come closer... ::Whispers:: There's cat hair in it! Sure, sure, I know it's mine, but would it kill them to run that tape thingy over it?