Mom set up my tent in the living room. I guess she thought I might want a cozy place to nap.
I checked it out quite thoroughly.
I sniffed all around.
Then I walked away. I could give it a much better inspection when nobody was watching me. Mom hasn't seen me near it since.
Until she got up at oh-dark-middle-of-the-night and wondered where I was napping.
In the tent.
Bast! I hate when she catches me like that!
Oh well. The tent is a great spot and -maybe- she'll get a picture of me in the tent so you can see.