Biscuit is getting older, let's face it. Her hips have the twinge of an ache and she doesn't even want to be have to get
started on putting up with her bratty younger sister's endless fusillades of b.s. NOW, the new bed at the new house is too tall for her to just
bound up on, so she has to scramble up the side like an alpinist, or some sort of feline/arachnid hybrid/splice, which, while giving dumb Dad a chance to call her Spider, sucks
en generale.
Well, there is a solution! An upside-down leather box the size of a milk-crate makes naptime atop Mt Pillowtop a matter of two short hops! We're ALL learning something. Dig illo:
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