I was so pleased when Phoebe started sleeping on Abby’s old outside bed. I’d bought it for Abby because she liked to sleep under the back stairs in warm weather & I didn’t want her lying on the concrete floor. She loved it & would sleep there almost all year round except on the very coldest winter days. There’s Abby above,
and here’s Phoebe on the back porch.
Then, I thought Lucky looked a little left out dozing on the bare boards so I bought another bed. I couldn’t get one like Abby’s so went for a very fetching purple, velvety bed. Lucky wasn’t the least bit interested but guess who has decided that variety is the spice of life?
I realise now that I should have rubbed Lucky’s blanket over the bed to give it some of her scent but it’s too late now! Back to the pet shop, I suppose…
Then again, where would Lucky rather be sleeping? That’s right, on my lap.