I'd rather blame the cat

We have company here, so Atticus and I are sleeping on an air mattress. Overnight, it was losing air, and I told Ramona this morning that we need to look for a leak.

"Perhaps you sleepened on it too much," she said.

"Perhaps," I agreed.

"Or, maybe you're too sturdy for it?"

I'm sticking with the Mr. Putter theory.