With three cats in the house, there's quite a shortage of cat beds... and frankly, these days they don't like each other well enough to bed down together, anyway. They're still feeling snarky about the arrival of Smidge. So the Princess Bed, which was formerly Spencer's domain, had become a pretty hot territory-- a sort of status symbol. Whichever one seized control of it, at any given time, had obtained the primo spot; the other two just had to "suck it up" and find someplace else to crash. And the big girls would find themselves sucking it up a lot, because Smidge has assumed the Alpha role around here. Cats sleep like 18 hours a day, anyway... and when they're 12 years old, weigh about 17 lbs, and are in a state of depressed denial because of an obnoxious little brother they never wanted, they really put out some serious zzz's. So when you walk through my house, you get the full Crazy Cat Lady effect: cat bodies splayed out everywhere, on every stick of furniture in the house, it seems.
Mark was at Wal-Mart the other night and saw this little cushion he thought the kitty-friends would like. It's not even made for cats, specifically... it's just fluffy and furry and feels really soft (like those chenille scarves that were popular a couple years back). In fact, it kinda feels... well, like a cat. And though they avoided it for the first two or three days, its "foreign object" status finally faded and they've really taken to it. Now, they jockey for position on both the Princess Bed and the new cushion. But The Smidge has developed a particularly "unusual attachment" to it.
Mark was at Wal-Mart the other night and saw this little cushion he thought the kitty-friends would like. It's not even made for cats, specifically... it's just fluffy and furry and feels really soft (like those chenille scarves that were popular a couple years back). In fact, it kinda feels... well, like a cat. And though they avoided it for the first two or three days, its "foreign object" status finally faded and they've really taken to it. Now, they jockey for position on both the Princess Bed and the new cushion. But The Smidge has developed a particularly "unusual attachment" to it.
I guess you'd say it's become a surrogate mother. And considering how he got rudely snatched from his mama at about six weeks of age, I can see where he might be missing something. The cushion fills a void.
Get a load of Exhibit A... and be sure to turn up your speakers.
Now, let me point out that this clip hasn't been enhanced at all. Not one bit. Those clicking sounds you hear... those are Smidge sucking the beloved pillow. And notice the kneading: A heckuva bread-maker is this little guy. He started doing this on Sunday, and has done it every day since. I couldn't believe my eyes-- or ears-- at first. But after a few minutes, once he's satisfied, he stretches right out and drifts off to Lunesta-land. He loves this thing!
Who knew Wal-Mart sold a pillow with invisible cat nipples?
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