You must already know how I love pillows. Not a passive love but a treadling goodness of pure love. For sleeping I prefer a thin mat or simple sheet of paper to keep the chill of the concrete floor from leaching into my bones too much. I’m an ascetic in that way. One cannot properly meditate or concentrate mental energies on too soft of seat.

You know may also that I love a clear vantage point, pressing myself to the glass. I have recently “found” myself a piece of ass that offers the benefits of both height and softness. It can be hard to get the simian to roll over but a cold wet nose to the inner elbow or whiskers tickling the face just so can entice a rollover onto comically single pair of nipples. Then I can perch on the rear, see well, receive radient heat and dig claws in most effectively when my patience waiting for food has run out. Ah, some days I feel ever so clever with my wake-up innovations