An unexpected and univited change in sleeping arrangements...

To my two-legged friends. I must sincerely apologise for me absence of late. It is far from acceptable and I shall endeavour to be more regular with my posting.

But I do have a good excuse. Mum has been really busy lately with writing essays and other boring human stuff so I haven't been able to get to the computer that often. The only time she's really off it is when she's taking me for a walk- and I obviously can't use it then.

Anyway, my main reason for writing this little blog post is to complain (I know it's not in my nature, but I just can't hold this one in any longer) about the new sleeping arrangements. Mum has this right comfy king size bed and I managed to call dibs on a cushty little spot under the covers at the bottom. It was soooo cozy and I have slept there for months.

Then one day a couple of weeks ago she just says: 'Right Rowdy, there'll be no more sleeping on my bed.' I, of course, thought she was joking and kept trying to get on, but she just kept making that really annoying 'aa aa' noise that tells me not to do something and saying, 'no Rowdy, on your bed.'

What a jip! Why the change? I have my suspicions, but once I find out for sure this battle can begin for real.