The Mysterious Case of the Bed Step Thingy. 🐾
Something new appeared at the foot of the bed—a soft, square mystery. I sniffed. I circled. I conquered. 🐩👑
You know how hoomans are. They move things for reasons. Sometimes it’s to “redecorate.” Sometimes it’s to “help Tucker.”
This time? Suspicious.
There it was. A big brown box at the foot of my bed—soft, square, and obviously up to no good. I remembered it from the old days. That’s Sammy’s step box! My big brother used it to climb to bed before he crossed the rainbow bridge.
After he left, the box got moved to the wall and forgotten. Until today.
Apparently, Mom says I “thumped” my leg on the sleigh bed footboard, so she moved the box back. I have no recollection of such a thump. (Okay, maybe a small bump. Totally exaggerated.)
Naturally, I had to inspect.
First, a perimeter sniff.
Then a double pass—because one sniff is never enough.
Then I stepped up. Easy jump. Solid landing. 10/10.
But here’s the twist… I didn’t hop onto the bed. Nope. I circled. Sniffed again. Turned once. Twice. Then settled in like a king on his throne.
The hoomans laughed, of course. “Look at Tucker!” they said. “He thinks it’s his bed now!”
Thinks?
Please. It is my bed now—my royal observation deck. Perfect view of the TV, the door, and Mom’s every move.
Sammy may have used it as a stepping stone, but I? I’ve elevated it to an art form.
Mystery solved.
Case closed.
Ottoman occupied.
🐾 Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker