Okay, what is the deal with that blanket my human mother got for Christmas? She calls it the softie and she won't let anyone touch it! Yeah right! I'm all over that thing when she's gone. I roll on it, paw at it, and take lots of naps on it. She has no idea! Well... Ok... She has caught me once or twice. But she has no idea just how much I nap in that thing!
|HER softie? Yeah right!|