My mom rarely buys dog beds or cat beds. She doesn’t have to. People give them to her when they move out. When our neighbor’s dog wouldn’t sleep on his new bed, guess who got it?
This is a brand new CAT bed from the Amazon Vine program, where my mom is a reviewer. She is supposed to review this product so she put it down next to my own big fluffy dog bed (on the right). She bought that bed in December 1998, when she adopted Keesha at the Humane Society in Broward County.
I can’t resist trying it out. My mom says I’m more like a cat than a dog. Who cares? This is SO comfortable.
It comes with an electric cord but my mom doesn’t like electric blankets. When she was teaching, she says, one of her students was a fire fighter. He told her he wouldn’t use an electric blanket or extension cord in his home. He’s seen too many of them catch fire.
Anyway, it’s not that cold. So I’m enjoying this bed for now. The cats will have to wait.
My mom had a contractor come do some work on her kitchen and bathroom. Since he was connected to two people she knows and trusts, she left him alone while she went off to one of her events this evening.
And since he’s been a dog owner, she said, “Just put Gracie in her crate when you leave.” She figured if he can remodel a home he can figure out how to put a dog into a crate.
He decided to show some initiative. He left me alone with one of our favorite cat cushions. I loved it.
When my mom came home the crate was filled with this cottony stuff. “I hope you didn’t eat it,” she said to me in a very stern tone.
Then she took this photo.
I guess I’ll be going commando again next time, as discussed in this earlier post.
I love my crate!
Which is good, because last night my mom got exasperated with me. I was curled up at the foot of her bed as usual and I was getting restless. So I was licking my paws and other parts of my anatomy that a lady should never discuss on her blog.
“That’s enough!” my mom shrieked as I woke her up from a terrific dream she was having. “It’s the crate for you!”
Uh oh. What did I do? Since when is scratching an itch considered a major crime?
But Mom tossed in my kong toy with a nice big chunk of peanut butter. Ah….who cares about the bed anyway? I can protect the household while I slurp.
Here I am in my new bed, fit for a princess.
You don’t think my mom bought it for me, do you? She found it downstairs, left by someone who was moving out. “Perfect for the cats,’ she said.
Good luck, cats. It’s mine now.