Like most cats, my cats follow the rule that a bed is any usual object that is placed in an unusual spot. For example, if I place a magazine on the floor, sooner rather than later, a cat will be sitting on it. If I fold an article of clothing, yet place it on top of a dresser rather than in it—voila! Cat bed! Of course in my household the “bed” is even more desirable if it is placed in a spot where Dorothy can not reach.
So you can imagine Posy’s euphoria the other day when Sean placed a folded blanket on top of the dog crate making ye olde perfecte catte perche:
The minute the blanket is placed there now, Posy materializes on it. It’s comfy, she’s light enough to not sink through to the wire top, and best of all, she is out of reach of both brother and sister. It just doesn't get much better than that.