Monday, February 16, 2015

Just Call Me Crazy Cat Lady



If you follow me on Instagram, you might have seen this one, where Miss V expresses her disdain for the new leather couch. It's cold and inhospitable to cats, and we are terrible people for replacing the comfy and warm tweed couch. These cats came with Francis and Roy and are bonded to them, so I'm more of a warm body and alternate food person. My lap has never been desirable until this leather couch showed up.

You may have also seen the video about this cat demonstrating her slow feeder, and how I have been reduced to the person who has started referring to the multiple cat meals per day as lunch, tea time, dinner, and sometimes midnight snack (Francis handles breakfast). As a dog person, who spent 8 years living alone with a guard dog who would eat her one bowl of rations only when I was in the shower, I don't even know myself anymore. At the same time, I have kind of embraced the insanity, which is why I decided to have some fun with the leather couch situation when Miss V's demands started interfering with my work day.

Behold the new cat butt warmer. Yes, too much effort went into something that is destined to be puked on, but it was easy, funny, and  freed up some space in my yarn storage rack.



Not 5 minutes after I set it down on the couch. Problem solved, problem staying solved.

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