Couch Potato?

Now I have heard these two legs referring to one another as couch potatoes but I thought it was all a bit silly as I thought the couch (or settee) was an inanimate object. You can see I've been chatting to Max again and learning big words. He says he is well read but he just looks ordinary black to me but I never argue with him - he is a fount of all knowledge.

Well my opinion of the couch changes the other day. you see I had been out in the garden reviewing the estate and studying the way the bulbs had been hidden this year. We have a little game this time of year to dig up the bulbs from where the two legs plant them and we move them (the bulbs not the two legs) to another part of the garden and then when they bloom (the bulbs not the two legs) there are cries of how did that get there?

Well I had had a bit of a strenuous time so I came indoors and was followed by a buzzy fly. Now they get on my nerves. they just fly around buzzing and they go very fast and you have such a job to catch them. Well this one landed high up on the wall to rest so I used the couch as my springboard and jumped up the wall and caught him. Unfortunately my feet were a wee bit dirty and they slid down the wall leaving a bit of a streak.

When the two legs came in and saw it there was the usual clamouring for my blood and I went into hiding. While they were out in the kitchen I went back up on to the couch and laid down and it opened up and gave me somewhere to rest my head. A nice warm comforting place where I felt safe from everything about me.

I whispered to the couch what had happened and it knew and just kept on offering me solace and comfort.

Nice things couches - I might get one for my own bed one day.