I don't like sitting on the floor in winter. It's cold. I don't like my belly to get cold. There's nowhere comfy to sit in the male human's writing room. Sometimes I jump on his desk, but he gets cross because I knock his tea over and sit on his computer. Yesterday I typed 'Brzzzzzzzzzzbop'. The male human thought it was funny, but didn't include it in his book. How rude!
The female human brought my bed in, so I would have somewhere comfortable to sit. But this bed is too small. I have to make myself very round to fit on it.
Yesterday a box arrived for the humans. It's a very big box and much more comfortable than my bed. The female human said she would make it pretty for me. She's not so bad all of the time.