This rather ridiculous albeit very cushy bed was a gift to Poppet, the previous Monarch. Oddly, no-one slept in it but her throughout her reign.

After the mantle passed to Grrr, so did the ludicrous bed. She is the only one who uses it.

I don't pretend to understand how they do such things, how they might understand our sad attempts at patronising humour and yes even toss it back to us as they have done with this thing. I believe they understand the language and, although they can't articulate it, know everything we say.

This is only one datum in a huge data set that has me to believe it.