The Brick

The brick has been ousted.  It has gone from my life forever.  I have a new soft as a cloud bed.  It is so soft that I find it hard to stay on the surface because I tend to sink in and float upon sheer unadulterated comfort.  Do not expect me to arise from the bed until at least 1 o'clock or later because I will not be able to force myself from its luxurious embrace.  The only problems are that the dear little old man cannot jump up so I have to pick him up so he can partake of the joys of soft bedding alongside me and the cat has decided that this could be her new up-market scratching post.  I am going to buy some bubble wrap and  stretch it around the base.  The fruit of my loins tells me that cats do not like bubble wrap.  At least that proves that I am not a cat because I just love bubble wrap.  Back to the bed.  I have bought a really gorgeous quilt cover but am holding off putting it on the bed so I can be sure that the little man will not pee on it and the cat will not ruin the quilt with her scatching.  Oh yes and in case I forgot, I LOVE my new bed.