Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

I've been feeling a little lonesome ever since I fell out of my tree. This blanket looked so soft and cozy... I had no idea my scales would get tangled up in it.

Now I'm stuck. Shoot.

It doesn't get much better than this.

A nice, warm bed. A soft blanket to snuggle in. The warm sun on my face.

Life is good.

This is so humiliating.

I can only hope that Mickey doesn't see me like this.

Miss C. thought it would be a good idea to put me down for a nap in the rocker today. Of course, she couldn't just lay me down. She had to swaddle me in this baby blanket, just like her mama wraps up Master W. before nap time.

Problem is, I'm really not tired. And I'd rather not be spotted here, wrapped up like a baby. Maybe I can blame it on Chip and Dale... they're always finding some inventive way to torment me.

Do you think he'd buy it?