Today we were at Big Lots, and happened to see a shelf full of marked down cat beds. They had some that were just the right size, and also matched our furniture. So we bought one. The cats loved it. They BOTH loved it. And they started arguing over it, each one wanting to lay in it.
Back to Big Lots we go. It had only been about an hour, but there was only ONE bed left! We buy the bed and come home. We put it in Simba's hiding place under the end table. He sleeps there ever since the big fireworks incident. He tried it out for a few minutes.
Then he went right back to the first bed, so they are still arguing over the first bed and ignoring the other one! They both want the same bed! I'm getting sleepy now...
“The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.”
Charles Caleb Colton
“Og king of Bashan was the last remaining Rephaite. His bed, made of iron, was over thirteen feet long and six wide.”