does one puss need?
I have spent a busy day pottering around the garden and the husband has been cleaning his motor bike and my, sorry our car.
The puss has been trying to find the perfect place to sleep, it is a hard life being a pussy cat. The list of possible places to sleep goes something like this -
The owner's bed - they were no longer in it so that was no fun.
The sofa in the front room - the TV was off and my paws do not work the remote so that was no good.
The cupboard in the computer room, with the nice jacket that I pulled down.... very nice but wanted some food, so had to get up.
The grass in front of the deck - was very hot so had to move.
Under the chair on the deck - was fed up as had no one to talk with, so no good.
The road in front of the house - I got picked up and moved, no idea why something about the neighbours driving fast...
The path to the front of the house - the hose came out, water would follow, I moved.
The mat in front of the door - was a bit hot and it is a bit rough.
The kennel that has been provided for me by the the front door - nice in here has a bed and everything, but I got woken up when someone came to the door.
The road again .. got moved again...I cannot see what the fuss is about...
The spare bed - very comfortable and best of all, I know I should not be here, but the silly woman kept coming to take my photo, so I had to pretend to be asleep and hope I would not get moved... it seemed to work. 
I do have at least two of my own beds but that would be no fun.
