Jan. 17, 2008 Thursday

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Hunky: . The Husband works long hours in front of the computer, which is located in a spare bedroom, that has become a sinkhole of lost items. The bed is piled high with old magazines and boxes of mementoes. It's like the trash can on the Windows desktop. You put stuff in there and forget about it. And it grows like untended ivy.

Dorie:  There is a space on the bed just big enough for the Husband's butt as he sits at his computer. When he's in there, we will occasionally join him, and it's a bit crowded for both of us, but we manage. And when he's not there, his space is just perfect for us. We can nap for hours because nobody comes through there or even comes in the door. It's feline heaven.

Hunky: . But guess what? The Husband decided to clean it out this week. Our quiet napping spots have been dismantled. Just when things get comfy, everything gets moved around and we have to readjust.

Dorie:  But, surprise! The bed is pretty much empty now, and we have lots of room to stretch out, even when the Husband is around. We worried for naught.

Hunky: . Sometimes, change is good.

Dorie:  Sometimes.