Mommy calls me the Princess and the Pea. I'm not sure what she means by that but usually she says it when I climb up on top of the pillows on her bed. She has alot of pillows, stacked three sometimes four high. I love to climb up and stretch out. I'm high up so I can keep my eyes on everything. That's most important to me so I can do my job as a watch dog.
Last night Mommy sat in bed lounging against her pile of pillows, reading her book. She reads a book every night after I've had enough biscuits to fill my tummy. I paw at her until I've had my fill. Even though her book is in her hand, she doesn't get much reading done until I say it's OK with me.
Anyway, she was reading and I crawled up on the pillows and curled up behind her head. I like to lounge in bed too. She rested her head on my belly. I rested my head on her shoulder. Oh! This was so nice, calm, peaceful.
Suddenly the door to the bedroom burst open. I knew it was Daddy. Who else would be coming in at this time? No need for me to be on guard. I didn't move. One look at us and he started laughing. I mean a big belly laugh.
"Does she always do this?" he asked.
"Sometimes. I like having her as a head rest." Mommy answered.
"You two are stuck like glue."
"We are and we like it that way."
I have no idea what they were saying or if it was even about me. Then Mommy made a joke about keeping a pea under the pillows to keep me away but it doesn't work. The more cushion the more I like it. The higher the stack the softer it is for me. Pea or no pea, I like being comfy. And Mommy thinks I'm soft as a pillow.
Last night Mommy sat in bed lounging against her pile of pillows, reading her book. She reads a book every night after I've had enough biscuits to fill my tummy. I paw at her until I've had my fill. Even though her book is in her hand, she doesn't get much reading done until I say it's OK with me.
Anyway, she was reading and I crawled up on the pillows and curled up behind her head. I like to lounge in bed too. She rested her head on my belly. I rested my head on her shoulder. Oh! This was so nice, calm, peaceful.
Suddenly the door to the bedroom burst open. I knew it was Daddy. Who else would be coming in at this time? No need for me to be on guard. I didn't move. One look at us and he started laughing. I mean a big belly laugh.
"Does she always do this?" he asked.
"Sometimes. I like having her as a head rest." Mommy answered.
"You two are stuck like glue."
"We are and we like it that way."
I have no idea what they were saying or if it was even about me. Then Mommy made a joke about keeping a pea under the pillows to keep me away but it doesn't work. The more cushion the more I like it. The higher the stack the softer it is for me. Pea or no pea, I like being comfy. And Mommy thinks I'm soft as a pillow.
