susandennis | Talking Biggie

I decided that Biggie's newest bed needed lighting after all. And installed it this morning.

I was in the sewing room and he was rummaging around the wheeled cart where all the bits and pieces I use all the time lay and he found and plucked out the only thing that was his. A bee on a wire.

ljtourist brought it on a stick once but it came off the stick and I stuck it there thinking I'd find another stick or another use. And I forgot about it.

Biggie and the bee played for a really long time.

Then we came back to the living room and he saw what I had done to his whale bed. He went in and gave it a WTF. He poked at it and then came out and found the bee again. Later, I was sitting in my chair and he was, once again fiddling with the light in the whale.

Then he went around the back and pounced on it. Just flattened it.

Ok I can take a hint. I Pulled out the lighting and put the bed back together. I turned around to siting back down in my chair. And, guess who had commandeered it? I laughed hard and long. I picked him up and he went to bite me so, as is now the rule, if you bite or try to bite, on the floor with you. (BTW that goes for everyone.)

So I gently put him on the floor and he promptly hopped up on the couch and curled into the whale. All his problems solved.