Each morning, after I have coffee and breakfast and we’ve had our run in the over-grown pasture, I grab another cup of joe, make the bed, and settle in to wander around the world wide web. Missy usually wanders about a spell, settles on the couch, and wanders around. Rocky turns down the covers and makes himself a nest under them. I fuss at him occasionally but most often I let him be. When it’s time to move on, Rocky engages his little brain and reasons his way out from under.