After trying but then abandoning a few unsatisfactory bedding arrangements, I settled upon this one. Although I do have some, ahem, internal cushioning of my own, I do like to ensure a good layer of soft padding when taking my slumbers. The Tall One was a slight misery-guts about it though and informed me that I was distributing my flea eggs amongst her clean ironing pile.
Slight surprise to find these fellows on the stairs. I decided an attitude of casual nonchalance was the best approach until I could work out if they were friends or foes.
Thought I would get a little closer to inspect them since nobody was around to do formal introductions ...
Well there is no harm in a chap getting better acquainted with his house-guests now is there. After all we could become bosom friends
And if I kind of accidentally sniff it, stick my claw in its head and scalp out a large tuft of fur and then run off with it in my mouth, well it is all in the spirit of fellowship and bonhomie, isn't it?
