In the summer, when it’s hot, my favorite place to sleep is the bathroom floor. It has nice, cool tiles and they feel good. I don’t usually sleep right on the tiles. My person has a bath mat on the floor and I usually sleep on that. It’s still much cooler than the carpet in the rest of the house and it’s kind of like my own little secluded place.
At least most of the time it’s my own little place. Sometimes my person comes in there. And sometimes she wants to use that toilet thing that happens to be right next to where I’m laying. Well, good luck to her. I’m not moving out of her way. If she wants to get in here she’s going to have to squeeze. Sometimes she tries to push me out of the way, but I pretend I don’t know what she wants and stay right where I am. Seems like she’d just give up and go away, but she doesn’t. Maybe one day she’ll get the idea that I’m not budging and give up on using that toilet thing.