Quite some time ago I had bought this little doll bed at Ikea for Pookie, as she can't jump on my bed anymore. She slept in there for a while, but didn't like that Rosie was laying IN my bed, so she moved to Mr. G. There she realized very quickly that it was impossible to sleep in his bed because he sleeps like a windmill and she saw her life in danger. She started to sleep on the floor poor thing, so I put her bed in Mr. G.'s room. That was perfect ! She still sleeps in there during the night.
But !! Rosie this little witch apparently found this bed suddenly very nice too and started to sleep in it during the day. War was in the air. Now I feel obliged to go to Ikea and buy another bed, in which probably she won't sleep ! Cats !!!
From one day to the other the temperatures had dropped by more than half, from 24 °C to 11°C !! And on top a cold wind. The cats were offended and slept again inside. Here they play secretaries to Mr. G. probably in the "whole" day lunch break.
For once Facebook was very useful to me because through it I found a young man who fixed our garden ! He pulled out the weeds and planted the flowers. Rosie checked, but quickly returned inside.
Arthur who usually assists to all garden work in the neighborhood, was too lazy to help our guy, he observed him through the French windows laying on the warm radiator. It's a shame, I had to put the heating on !