I’m not allowed on the bed. I know it, and mom knows I know it. When she’s home, I stay off the bed. I’m a good little boy. But when she’s not at home, I like to hop on her bed make myself comfortable… maybe take a nice eight hour nap. Sometimes my nails get caught on the knitted blankets and I tear them. Oops. Oh well, mom will never know it was me. I greet her at the door when she gets home from work so I’m no where near the bed!!

Sneaky sneaky!
Oakie