A garden bench is so useful. This one is mine. I like it because it has a handy gap at the back that allows me to hang my tail down rather comfortably while I think.
I say Rachel should give me a cushion.
Rachel says I’m sufficiently well-padded.
She also says I should have moved along a bit to hide the patches of missing render on the kitchen wall.
I say she should stop fussing and leave me alone to think.
She can call me when it’s supper time.