This is my bed in the garage. Actually, I have 4 beds out here if you count the recycling bin. Terry thinks the garage is a little cool (though its insulated and part of the house and used as a library) and she thinks I should be inside.
When she opened the door and looked at me today, I showed her a slightly annoyed look and a firm refusal to move. I have a nice thick fur coat, a soft bed and what Terry does not realize, is that the sun will shortly be shining in the window and directly onto this bed. I will be ready.