Into The Groove

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Does today's title make you think of Madonna drying her armpits? Me too. I remember I took Soozle to see that film at the actual cinema in 1985 and we both came away going WTF. 

Or the 80's equivalent thereof.

But that is not what today's picture is about. This is Punky. He likes to sleep at the bottom of the bed in the spare bedroom. But - one day, when we had not yet finished remaking that bed - we found that he especially LOVES it when the duvet isn't folded away properly. He likes it best when it is folded over so he can lean on it.

And, because we are us, the folded-over-duvet has evolved over time. Caro decided that it needs to be folded over in a special semi-circle-let's-call-it-cat-shape and it needs to have lovely yummy cat blanket draped on top.

This is my job, before I leave for work every morning. Check up on the yummy cat groove and make sure it is all nice for Punky during the day. 

Still, look at that little face and tell me that he is not worth it. Punky stayed in the groove pretty much all day on Sunday. I hope you all have your own personal grooves and that you too, spent your Sundays in them.

S.