Cat Conceit: My New Cat Bed

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

My New Cat Bed

For a couple of weeks my Mistress was away staying at the hospital with the Master. It got to be quite boring around this place being all by myself even if I did have plenty of cat food. So I decided to investigate around and discovered a nifty new cat bed.

What did you say? You want Me to move off of the upholstered foot stool?

Do you have any idea how much effort it takes to move my fat furry body?

And just when I have gotten myself all comfortable.

Sorry. No way! This is my cat bed now. The Master of the house will just have to find himself another foot stool. It's time for another cat snooze.

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