Bosom buddies

A picture's worth a thousand words...
It's very important to have the right sort of pillow or you'll get a stiff neck.
I begged them - blue or green or brown or red or black - but pink?!I love my cardi...And I love surfing the net in my cardi...Exuse me - can't a cat get a bit of privacy around here?
Dignity? I told them cats don't need baths!I've got a secret sock fetish - but don't tell anyone.Who needs a posh bed when I can sleep in this lovely box?Um - you're, like, in my personal space.This ear's so dirty - didn't your mum teach you how to wash?


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