I should like to thank everyone for their support in my sofa campaign.
First the good news is that Misery took her sleeping bag off the sofa during the day as even she can’t lay down for 24 hours solid, so I got it back for 50% of the time.
The next news is that we went back to my Spanish finca at the weekend. Misery was going to go back on her own, but Master thought she was too poorly so we all drove back together.
I promptly jumped onto my sofa to make sure she wasn’t going to steal that as well, but I needn’t have worried as she has a bed there and spent all night (and half the day) in that.
We had a good time there, but it was raining slightly when we arrived so I wasn’t allowed to go and sit in the wet at my gate. Just as well I had my sofa, I thought to myself.
And the next day we went back. Here I am in my Landy. On my Landysofa. Mostly I lie down for the whole journey.
Until we get to San Pedro Al-CAT-ara – where I need to look for cats, or why else would it be called that?
Here I am checking out for cats at San Pedro Al-CA(n)T-ara. Sniff, sniff.
Mistress took this photo so you can see the name of San Pedro. I don’t know why she took it when there was a huge truck in the way.
I didn’t see any cats. But I enjoyed looking down on all the other cars from my Landy.
This is a very silly picture. I don’t know why Misery has included it. I think I had just finished yawning but I look almost fearsome.
Misery seems to think we need a few photos of her garden at the finca. I don’t think we do at all. One will do, Misery.
Anyway, when we got home, she seemed to be feeling a bit brighter – AND – decided not to sleep on the sofa. So now it is all mine again. Everyone’s comments must have worked and made her feel so guilty for stealing MY sofa.
And I want to say how sad I am that Charlie went to the Rainbow Bridge on Anzac Day. She was a fine pal and I will miss her very much. So this post and this sad photo of me thinking of her (back on my sofa) is dedicated to Charlie.