I was talking with my dad day before yesterday, and he said that his cat, who is cute, is "inseperable," from the shelf I built her.
It's out under the carport. Screwed to one of the columns, up high. And stretch-out lounge-sized, and carpeted, with a lean-against back.
The key I think, is that I didn't show it to her.
(Duh.)
But it could be that I'm just a super cat shelf builder.
Nonetheless, it was neat to hear. There's some satisfaction in that. "Isn't that nice."
I don't know why. Why should ya care?
Cats will sleep anywhere! You ever see them out wandering around looking haggard because they can't find a place to sleep? Crying and stumbling? I don't think so. I don't think, in the entire history of American cat-dom, a cat has been kept awake.
So why did I build a carpeted shelf for the cat?
"She'll like this. It will be a good place to sleep."
Her hours of sleeping haven't increased a bit, from 23 a day.
It's moronic.
They twist your mind. Like taffy.
Taffy cats. |
