Oooops!

Yesterday I decided I have a good life - and indeed I do.

Except that I was caught snoozing on the bed this afternoon.

The thing is, it's sooooo very cold, and the bed is soooo very comfy, it seems the obvious place to snuggle up.

Except that I'm not supposed to.  I have my very own bed in the bedroom, with my very own (what used to be HIS), special soft, hand-knitted rug to keep my back warm.  But it's not quite the same as THEIR bed.

THEIR bed is the very best in the whole wide world, I shouldn't wonder.