Beds

I bought a new queen bed, its awesome, I think it is. It is full, not of me, all snuggled up in a comforter, with a feather pillow. No, my pillows are fully owned, Koty, sleeps there. If I stretch out my legs, I will kick Hiro, he has taken up residence in my bed too. Its much harder to sleep in the fetal position left to me, because my blind kitten now wants to sleep between my husband and I.

    Oh yes, you are laughing aren't you?  You shouldn't you know, because it only takes a couple of times, and they are so cute as puppies. You know they are with those big floppy, tiny pointy, slightly crooked... ears. And those eyes, you know the term puppydog eyes, well where do you think it came from? It happens suddenly, they are at the edge of the bed, and you think, just this once. And there you have done it, they have control of the soft edges, the fluffy pillows, and your comforter now belongs to? Well it certainly isn't you, anymore.
   Its love you know, unconditional, forcing you to buy a bigger bed, so everyone can sleep comfortably. I'm thinking of remodeling once the teenagers are gone. Do you think, puppy bunks are too much?