I Love Chilling on the Bed

The bed is soft. The bed is warm. The bed smells like my people, which means it smells like home and also snacks sometimes. When I jump up there—boing!—everything feels right. My paws sink in. My tail does a little wag without asking permission. I turn around three times (this is science), then plop! I lay down to chill.

Ahhh.

Chilling on the bed is my job, and I take it very seriously.