Well, this is me watching the neighborhood from my new perch. I use it now as if I've always had it. I haven't fallen off of it yet, and I
don't think that'll
be a problem at this point. Like dad, I fall asleep very easily, and I don't think it matters how far off the floor I am when I do it.
When I feel the need to stretch out I hop down to the floor when the sun is coming in, and plop down right in the pre-warmed
puddle on the carpet.
I'm not sure how to explain these last two shots, except that I must have stretched in my sleep and let my head slide up under this stool that was in my way. Or maybe I didn't want to
get sunburned on my face.
Whatever the reason, dad thought this would make a funny picture.
He's easily entertained, is all I can say.
Not much going on around here lately. I seem to have mastered the whole damn stair-climbing-so-I-can-get-comfortable thing, and I'm really loving my perch.
For those of you who were concerned with the size of the platform I will say this; I really love the fresh air, the view, and the sun, but when I want to stretch out but still get sun, I climb down when I see sun spots on the floor below, and sprawl out there, where I can stretch and roll into any position I want.
Mom's been busy working on gifts for dad's kids and the new grandchildren, crafty whiz that she is, and dad's getting excited about flying out to Minnesota in a couple of weeks to see two of his boys and meet his grandson in person for the first time.
Though he talks with them now and then dad hasn't seen any of his kids in about two years, and it's been even longer than that since I have. I grew up with them, and still remember when they were little and we all lived in the same house. Boy, how time flies!
Well, dad needs to use the computer to clean up a couple of stories he's planning to enter in some competitions, so I think I'll let him have it and I'll go and do what I do best.
Well flambe me in liquid sunshine and call me Crepes Suzette! Look what appeared in the living room! That's right, someone finally got off his butt and built me a perch. Of course, it's taken me a few days to master the damn steps, since I'm old and you know what they say about teaching an old dog... oh, forget it.
Anyway, dad actually built what he calls a prototype, whatever the hell that means, and he said he'd give me some time to figure it out. Mom's been working oh so patiently with me, and the other day I just started getting myself up it. Going down took a little longer, but I think I've got that figured out now as well.
It may take a while to get used to it, but I've already started getting comfortable, curling up in the sun spot that warms the carpeted top platform nicely. Dad might have to make wider steps, since I seem to have a slight problem getting both sets of paws on each one, but we'll see how it goes.
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| A few days later |
From the looks of things I'd say I have it figured out.
