In my younger days, I was never much worried about making the bed. But now that I make quilts, I make the bed much more often. What’s the point in having a beautiful quilt, if you’re never going to see it because it’s all bunched up in a pile?
So… now, most days, I make the bed at some point during the day (it’s not always first thing in the morning… I’m not THAT crazy). On these days, we almost always end up playing a little game I like to call, “Where’s Rupert?”
Can you guess? It’s kind of like playing Where’s Waldo, but way easier.
As you know, he loves to nest. But that’s hard to do when the bed is made. So now, he waits until I leave the room. Then he pulls the edge of the blanket down over himself to make his own little hidey hole!
What a cat!