I ain't afraid of no Hoover.

It's been very very cold all weekend. I've woken up very chilling every morning and crept into Dave and Louise's bed, and I'm starting to see I've been slacking off in my campaign to swap beds with them. At the end of the day they have each other to keep warm with and my need is greater. I've taken to showing my enjoyment of their bed a bit more obviously and i'm sure they'll take the hint soon.
Aside from that a pretty quiet weekend. Dave was driving his bus so me and Louise went for some walks and i napped while she wrote on her laptop. It was all peaceful except when Louise hoovered. Hoovering is when you check the floor still works, so it's probably a sensible idea except it's so noisy! I like to stay out of the way, not because i'm scared of the noise but because I don't want to disturb Louise. Ollie, the cat that lives next door, is very frightened of hoovers but then he's a cat. As a big tough Cheshire dog i am much braver. All the same i am planning on getting Louise to write to a man called Mr Dyson. He practically invented the hoovering machines according to an advert I saw on TV so i'm sure he can make it quieter so cats aren't scared. (I'm not scared, I'm just trying to help)

The bed will be mine!