A New Bed ...

OK, I am still a bit behind, this is about the 16th December. One week after I was rescued from the snow. My bedroom disappeared last night. I realise now that what I thought were my adoptive parents are actually nothing more than personal slaves, here to cater for my every whim. They have cleaned out my bedroom every day for the last week but last night, they folded it up and took it away. Lucky I found a new bedroom. It was a but unconfortable at first but then I thought about rearranging it. Here is a self-portrait I took once I had it sorted ...

Today was really good too because I bumped nosed with the cat that responds to the word Basil.