I had such a strange moment this morning. Most nights I let our foster kitten Zelda sleep in our bed until she decides it’s play time, when she gets locked in the bathroom. Last night she was sleeping on my neck as I drifted off to sleep, it’s so blissful having a tiny body pressed up against you. But when I woke up this morning I couldn’t feel her in the bed, at that point I thought she’d been squished by Matt, and I immediately started to work out how to explain to the rescue organisation that my boyfriend pancaked the kitten… Fortunately she was locked in the bathroom.
But I didn’t put her in the bathroom.
So I asked Matt when he put her in the bathroom.
He says he didn’t put her in the bathroom.
So, who put her in the bathroom…?
Was it you, Daisy?