Frisky Again

He has finally decided where he wants to sleep - in his cosy furry one, oh no! He has decided that any table inside or outside the house is his bed. Sunny days it's the garden table, sometimes the coffee table, but evening and night time it is the dining room table, while I eat my dinner on my lap! So I have had to move the ornament that is normally in the middle, in case it gets broken, but I am not moving the book on its cast iron stand. In a few days time if he hasn't given it up, I think I may put his furry bed up on the table and that may stop him and I will have my table back. If he calls my bluff and sleeps in his bed at least it will give me a blip for that day.