I came home the other day to find Carter jumping off from the kitchen table. He had jumped up on the chair, then the table and plopped down for a little nap.
Don't ask me why the table is more comfortable that the FOUR beds and various snuggly blankets that are scattered in EVERY room of the house.
I think I saw a commercial about this...clean the things you *think* are dirty, and even the one's you think *aren't*
