Nothing like a good night's sleep.

I'm feeling particularly well-rested this morning. I attribute this to the fact that I spent last night in the parent's bed. I know I'm not supposed to sleep in the bed, but Dad didn't really tell Sascha very much about what I'm allowed and not allowed to do, so I figured I'd give it a try. I waited until she fell asleep, then carefully climbed into bed and curled up on the pillow next to her. I felt like I was in heaven with the soft pillow under my head and the pillow top mattress gently but firmly supporting every part of my anatomy. I could easily get used to this. I quickly drifted off to sleep and didn't wake up until morning. When I opened my eyes, there was Sascha looking at me, face to face. I flashed my irresistible smile as if to say, "Hey, is this cool if I crash here?" and she smiled back at me, muttering something about me getting away with murder because Dad wasn't here. But she didn't kick me off the bed, so I guess I'll be spending the next couple of nights just like the humans do. Ahh, life is good.