In my room, you already know I have a tower all my own (I’m choosing to ignore the fact that Tessa sleeps on the very top of it at night) and I have a window and a big, giant, tall bed too. Well, it’s really my mom and dad’s bed but I can sleep on it wherever I like. It’s so tall, it has a bench stored underneath it.
The bench has a kind of grass/reed top and I really liked laying on it. But Tessa, the same Tessa who thinks part of my tower is hers, started using
my the bench as a scratching pad. Now my the bench is tucked underneath where no one, meaning Tessa, can’t ruin it.
Doesn’t mean I can’t still sniff it though.
Awww, bench, I miss you. You’re still sniff-a-lious!