I’ve been thinking a lot the whole time I’ve been back in this bedroom, the room I love above all other places. And even with as much as I love it, and I really, really do love it, maybe that other room with the heated bed and the different window view wouldn’t be too terribly bad to check out every great once in a while. I mean, I really do love it here, what with having a whole room to explore, not that I’m much on exploring, and a big window to sniff fresh whiffies at and snuggling and sleeping with Dad and that human lady every night and feeling special and spoiled. What do you think? Should I become a two-room girl? Even given how I feel about this room? Did I mention I loved it? ’cause I do love it, I do!