Bed of Nails

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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

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Look at that little hedonist

Curled up on the bin

Better watch out the rubbish van

Doesnโ€™t tip him in

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9 thoughts on “Bed of Nails

  1. Hedonism, I have too much knowledge about better health and such things to get away with hedonism, and perhaps my liking for dogs rather than cats may have some kind of influence, although, if I look to my left, as I sit on my sofa, most of the time, I can see my dog Missy, reclining on her own sofa …

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