Bed of Nails

Does my comfort discomfort you?

What would you have me do?

Lie on a bed of nails?

Put tacks in my shoes?

 

Quite early in life I was labelled a hedonist. I craved comfort the way some people craved adventure. It was my natural state. I mostly landed on my feet, things fell into place. This would annoy some people. I could see why but should I create a prickly existence for myself so others feel more at ease? I was feline. We had a cat who liked nothing better after a meal than to curl up on the lid of the rubbish bin and soak up the sun. I am like that though I prefer a mattress to the lid of a bin. But it does come with a cautionary tale:

 

Hedonist

 

Look at that little hedonist

Curled up on the bin

Better watch out the rubbish van

Doesn’t tip him in