Now I'm a patient kitty and a very good hostess... but there are limits. It all started with my cousin, Sir Winston, coming to visit. During these visits I prefer to remain in the bedroom whilst he has the run of the house. However, today, after he returned home I quietly checked out my favorite hangouts, one of which, is my wonderful warmy soft bed.
Hmmm... something's not right. There's a strange feel to my bed; it's positioned differently; it has a strange scent. What could it be? And then it came to me... someone's been sleeping in my bed!!!
The other side of the story? Well, here it is.
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