September 20th 2012 10:33 pm
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Mum was sitting on the sofa last night and Josie was watching her. Then Josie said, "There's something under the throw I need" and she started nosing and clawing at the throw. Mum had no idea what it could be. Had a catnip mouse fallen down there? Had one of us dropped a treat and it had fallen behind?

Josie was so insistently pulling at the throw that mum stood up so Josie could reach.

Faster than you can wash a whisker Josie was on mum's vacant cushion, curled up looking like a cat that had been there for hours.

"Josie!" said mum. I think she had planned to still be sitting there.

Josie looked all round to see who mum was talking to. From the tone it couldn't be her as mum's tone wasn't friendly. Josie looked so sure that she had done nothing wrong that mum laughed and took the other end of the sofa. Score: Josie One, Mum nil.

Josie told me later that she wanted mum's cushion as she knew mum would have warmed up the seat nicely and we definitely have the autumnal chill.