Recently, my sister and her husband had to bid their much-loved kitty adieu. She asked if I would like their cat beds, and I said accepted.
It will be nice to have another cat bed or two. I have to carry ours up to my quilting studio when I go up there, then back down again when I come downstairs, or the cats bawl and squall. No, of course they're not spoiled. Not in the slightest.
They’re so funny... if their beds are upstairs and I’m downstairs (or vice versa), they go stare at the place where their bed is supposed to be, sniff the floor, turn around and give me a piercing look, and if I don’t do something right then, they say, “MRRRRROOOOOWWWWW!!!”
I put the new cat beds upstairs. The cats soon followed me up there, spotted the beds, and gave them a thorough sniff-over. Then they crawled in.
Problem: my cats are bigger than my sister's cat was.
Here's what happened.
He allllllllmost fits. Sorta. Kinda. Barely.
"Well, bother. I give up."
Tiger, in the bigger bed. If he pushes his feet any harder against the wall of that bed, he's going to pop right out the front of it!
Teensy decided to give it another try. If you curl up, you can fit pretty well... (The tail escaped, though.)
"Ahhhh. I like this! Cozy."
Whoa-whoa-whoa------OOPS! Teensy, bed, and all tipped and fell over. He's partly on the floor now.
But the cat sleeps on.
The commotion awoke Tiger...
...but not for long.
You do know cats smile when they're happy, don't you?
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