It's not so much that it's cold. Although it definitely is cold. It's more that lately I've been finding myself doing things I wouldn't normally do.

Like sleeping on the bed. I have never been a Big Bed Whigle. I don't like it up there. I like my safe kennel, even if there are sometimes polar bears in it. But for some reason lately I feel an overwhelming need to be on the bed. Or in a lap. I have never been a Lap Whigle either, but now I want to be one.

 

I think it has something to do with Maebe. She is a Big Bed Biggie. And a lap dog. And she is still breathing my air. I think she must be contagious.