Dad does something that annoys Mom. When he has clothes that he's worn, but aren't dirty enough to be washed, instead of putting them away, he piles them on top of the chest-of-drawers. It drives Mom crazy. I have found that I can get pretty comfy on top of his clothes.
I hope he doesn't mind a little fur.
Meow,
Wilbur
The other morning, Mom came into the bedroom to get dressed for work and here's what she discovered (excuse the unmade bed).
Kat, cuddling with her ball:
Me, doing my favorite legs hanging over the edge:
Wilbur, being whatever cats are:
That's right, we were all sleeping in harmony.
We better not let that happen again.
Steve
Ulee is gone today getting "fixed". (I'm not sure what's wrong with her.) She has to spend the night at the vet and will be back tomorrow. In her absence, we made a Dogster page for her. Check it out.
Yesterday Steve mentioned how we got some new beds. We got them last week on the day that we escaped from our kennel and chewed up the rug. I think that Mom gave them to us as a present for our awesome redecorating. Anyway, they are enormous beds (48-inch diameter!) and Mom ordered them online. She and Dad went back and forth trying to decide whether to get us each a bed or make us share. In the end, we each got one, which is good because now Ulee can use one and Steve and I can share the other one. (Ulee and I don't yet like each other enough to share a bed.)
Anyway, here's Steve and me investigating the boxes. There was a box for each of us.
Then we unpacked the beds, with Mom's help. (The video is pretty bad because Mom was trying to hold the camera and unpack the beds all at the same time.)
Here's a picture of me testing the bed. I gave it the Kat Stamp of Approval!
I hope all of you have nice beds!
Kat
