Making a comfy
My hooman, as I think I've mentioned, is very weird.
He has lots of cupboards in my home in which he keeps all sorts of stuff... including the horrible case he takes me to the catty doctor's in.
I likes to look in these cupboards, to see what new things are in them, so I stood by the one in hall and meowed and meowed until he opened it.
Interesting.
I jumped in to have a look around.
I sniffed some bags and put my head in them.
I jumped on top of a box... then I jumped back down again.
Then I found some crinkly stuff on the floor.
The more I pawed it, the more it crinkled.
I liked the way it felt on my feets.
It looked like it would be nice to nap in.
I started pawing it together, to make a little catty nest.
I meowed at my hooman, who looked confuzzled, to tell him to stop standing there and help me make this nest.
It was no use.
He didn't listen.
He just scratched his head.
Useless hooman.
I kept pawing it and managed to get it into a squishy, crinkly pile.
Then I sat on it.
I had a comfy.
Then my hooman came and gave me chin scritches, and all was right with the world.
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