I found myself a new sleeping spot. ‘Tis in a small box that is under a small bed in the very back room of the house. The same room that Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe were so busily painting a week ago. The odor from the paint has mostly dissipated, so I can rest in there without becoming terribly light-headed.
According to Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe, this small box is called a “trundle.” They have since taken to calling me such names as “trundle kitty” and “trundle cat.” They may call me whatever they please as long as they do not disturb my slumbers.