We are a house of many beds. There is no definition between cat or dog bed anymore.
This is The Fortress of Solitude, mostly inhabited by Monster but he has moved out in favour of his lovely comfortable new bed.
A beautiful wicker basket which arrived with all my “stuff” including a bright red sheepskin.
Pepper always wants everything anyone else has but she has had a recent growth spurt and so I don’t actually think she could fit in this bed. This is the face of much covetousness.
Monster loves his new bed. It’s just the right size for him.
Pepper now hates her’s. I found her sitting on the sofa – she does a very good Resentful Face.
And, still, Monster snores on.
Today Ted favoured the one bed by the Rayburn (a poor man’s Aga). It is always warm and cosy and he was drying off after a rainy dogwalk. No jumpers and coats for Ted in this house – the theory being he will always come home if he is wet.
I don’t actually think Monster has moved or even been outside for a few days now. I might give him a prod (from a distance with a long stick) to see if he is still with us!