Warm

It is warm in my cosy. Lynettea brought me a fresh Snugglesafe about half an hour ago. She may be trying to atone for her rude behaviour early this morning. I ran into the bedroom and sprang on the bed and didn't want to go out again.
Lynettea doesn't like me sleeping there, as she says she is afraid of me leaping on her and scratching her.
She lured me out and then shut the door.
'It's warmer in your cosy, Sasha.'
Maybe I will get up later. I have a hard job guarding the house all night and I get tired out.