I don't know about you, but I like to mix up my nappy spots. Just when mom expects to find me in one place, I've moved on. There was my pillow, under the sofa throw, under Wriggley's bed, the top bunk on Wriggley's crate, to name but a few. Now I give you:
Mom's been home from her work place all this week. I just want to be sure she has something wothwhile to do while she's home. Did you notice how I pulled the towel down over the opening to my cave? Can't make things too easy for her.
When I do come out, I'm careful to play it cool.
I make a subtle noise in the window, as if I'd been there all along.
Before I suggest it's time for dinner!