Bud loves to sleep in high places, maybe it has something to do with being small. This evening he wedged himself between the cushion and back of my favorite chair. (The pink chair that Jon bought me for my Studio Barn in Old Bedlam Farm. When it was there, my dog Frieda and our barn cat Mother used to sleep on it.)
And he reminded me of Gus, who also loved to sleep in that chair, snuggling between the pillow and sheepskin.
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How very sweet!