He was in my bed all day long! I mean, I was nice about it and didn't say anything in the morning when I saw him in it, and even went somewhere else to nap when I saw him in it in the afternoon.
But that evening?
I wanted my freaking bed! I couldn't even jump on him and put the bite on him because the Woman was right there and for whatever People reason her tiny little brain coughs up, she gets upset when I do that. I didn't get to nap in my own bed AT ALL yesterday!
On the plus side, tonight the Younger Human was here, and before he went home he smelled like real live fresh dead cow, but even better, he pulled some out of a box and gave it to the Woman to cut up for us, so I got steak. STEAK! I'm pretty sure he took some home with him to give to that woofy, Butters, but that's all right. He gave the best piece to me.
Oh! And Marty? It looks like they met their goal for his surgery. If you're so inclined to still donate, I'd bet they could use a few extra what-if bucks, but if not--they got what they set out to get! Aside from a sore spot 13, I think Marty's gonna have a nice Christmas. Or Hanukkah. I'm not sure what he celebrates.
You guys rock!