Every morning when I wake up and leave the bedroom to put the kettle on Lola struggles her way from the bedroom to the sunlight bathing the ground behind the back of the sofa. And, I'm not exaggerating when I say struggle. It's the most dramatic, lazy walk you've ever seen. She rounds the corner to the light and just collapses to the floor for the next hour or so. After a good bake she moseys back to the bedroom panting to cool down.