Bella has a fleecy pillow she spends most of her day on. Yesterday was laundry day, which she doesn’t like anyway because the bed gets stripped, causing great upheaval. But yesterday her pillow’s fleece cover needed washing, too. At first she was at a loss as to what to make of the situation.
With obvious editorial intent, she tried the laundry basket itself.
Then she decided, if you can’t sleep on the one you love, love the one you’re sleeping on.
(I’m happy to report the Linus-like crisis is over and everything’s back to normal.)