And here I am again!!! We've done our weekly migration back to the city which means the rain isn't an issue (it is at the country house because it ruins my outdoor prowlings). Here in our flat, I usually like sitting on the wool blanket on the stool next to the window/radiator, but today, I felt like sleeping in our cuddly bed that Mom put inside of...get this....a chicken basket. Yep, you read that right...Mom bought this basket from an old man at a market...he made it himself and explained that it was made for chickens (a chicken, I suppose). Well, I'm no chicken (in any sense of the word, thank you!), but I do like laying in here. What do you think?