Tokki and the winter begins
It's getting too cold, don't you think? Or maybe you don't share an apartment with a cooling enthusiast like I do. Sometimes I think we could live in a bare apartment or a cave, since our windows are open whether it's warm or cold outside.
It’s getting too cold, don’t you think? Or maybe you don’t share an apartment with a cooling enthusiast like I do. Sometimes I think we could live in a bare apartment or a cave, since our windows are open whether it’s warm or cold outside. They don’t care, as they lie buried in their duvets high off the ground, but poor me has my bed right on the floor and I even prefer to lie next to the bed on the bare carpet (for which the girl always scolds me and carries me back to the bed – our usual nightly battle of “who of whom”).
Now my bed got a makeshift roof (supposedly “something like a doghouse”). I don’t know what a doghouse is, but as a hiding place it is perfect. Still, it’s drafty in there, and I recently crammed myself under the covers at night as I was getting cold. The girl woke up within seconds with a yank and scolded me for being so cold and what was I doing in there. But then she felt sorry for me and let me sleep in her bed (I don’t normally do that, I sleep in mine at night as I’m not going to squeeze with them).
And so the next day the girl sat down at the thing, which makes a terrible noise, but I always go and relax right under the table where the thing is sitting and the girl was creating something. I don’t even know how long that lasted, as there is never any play with her during this activity, so I prefer to sleep.
I was awakened by an almost excited cry of, “Dooone,” as the girl knelt on the bed with her head down in the small space between the wall and the bed where my bedroom is located. I immediately ran to check it out. The girl had just installed a large piece of cloth that I can rearrange from side to side in various ways (so I’m not lying directly on the carpet) and I can also crawl underneath it, since it’s attached to the mattress of the bed, I actually have my own private tent.
Plus, I got a lovely duvet to go with the tent, which I won’t let go of my paws. It’s warm and I roll under it day and night. The girl carefully covers me so I don’t catch cold and I like the service. It is all color-matched again, as is a good habit with us – the girl just has taste (for fabrics and household members).
