pic by Audrey Pavia
Three of my hombre wish to cram themselves into just one bottom .
I ’ve been a cat somebody my whole life . I opine there was a three - month period when I was 27 when I did n’t have a cat . I had lose my kitty to leukemia and was too grief - stricken to get another one mightily aside . That did n’t last too long because I shortly found myself stopping to pet every true cat I saw on the street in the residential neighborhood where I lived in Brooklyn . I was having serious cat-o'-nine-tails withdrawals .
Nowadays , I share my urban farmhouse with fourcats , who are stringently indoor residents for their own safety . The traffic on my street would make curt work of any felid who survived the marauding coyotes who patrol the locality every nighttime .
My cats are moderately spoilt . They have a homemade computed tomography tree diagram that allows them to survey the backyard from a telephone number of perches . They get premium cat intellectual nourishment , high - timbre litter and sweet , constitutional catmint . And , of course , they have a plethora of bed in which they can sleep .
The leather couch in the keep room has a blanket on it to make it more comfortable for them to cuddle . The laundry way has a big cat bed on the counter in pillow slip one of them want to sleep near the warmth of the clothes dryer . I keep a computerized tomography seam on the chair in my part because one of them unremarkably wants to curl up in front of my computer .
Despite all these many option , three of my four cats assert on sleeping together in one bottom , on a chair in the support room .
The first Arabian tea who usually lays claim to the bed is Stanley . As soon as Erma get a line that he is well-off , she leap up and lays right on top of him . In a short time , Cheddar , Stanley ’s litter brother , wedges himself between Erma and the rim of the bottom . Here , the four of them lay smashed against each other while the fourth cat , Bodhi , can choose to sleep anywhere else in the 2,400 - square - foot sign of the zodiac .
I ’m not quite certain why three - quarters of my cat insist on all trying to bone up into the same small seam designed for only one feline . Is it for warmth ? They only seem to do this in the wintertime . Is it because they see one cat in the layer and figure it must be best spot since that bozo picked it first ? Or is it because , as cats , they are just plain weird ? candidly , I suspect it ’s the latter .
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