I LOVE SLEEPING UNDER THE COVERS
I love it. I love it. I love it!
First, sleeping under the covers is warm. After my mom makes the bed in the morning, I strategically place myself up by the pillows and I find the edge of the comforter. I flick it with my nose repeatedly until I am able to make enough room for my head to stick under it. Then, I press my nose to the bed and walk forward until my entire body is completely submerged. The ideal place to be, once you get under the covers, is the exact center of the bed. This almost guarantees you will not be jarred from a dead sleep with a burst of cold air.
Secondly, sleeping under the covers is safe. Too often, Mom likes to love on me when I am trying to nap. "Oh, you are sooooo cuuuuuute," she will coo. And then there is Kukka, who choose the most inopportune times to try to show me she is the boss. She is fond of waking me from my slumber by standing on me or biting my tail. Not cool. Sleeping under the covers allows me to get uninterrupted shut-eye.
Finally, sleeping under the covers is mysterious. I believe that when I am under the covers, I am completely invisible to the naked eye. Since neither Mom nor Kukka have X-Ray goggles, when I am under the covers, I become one of the world's greatest mysteries. At least that is how I'll tell it when I write my life story...
HELP! HELP!! I CAN'T BREATHE!!
Holy crap!! Someone please get me out of here! I've somehow found myself under some kind of blanket and am having an anxiety attack.
HELLO?! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?!
I don't know what is going on...I can see absolutely NOTHING under here. My oxygen supply is quickly dwindling!
It's not clear to me how I got here and I'm not sure how to get out. Only moments ago, I tried walking through the dark abyss but I somehow I got turned around and am right back where I started.
This can not be my fate! I am too young! I am too beautiful! I have too many things yet to see and...
AHHH! Fresh air! Thank you for rescuing me, Mom.
Can I have some treats now?