Yesterday I introduced you to V2 and the Pusheen cat bed she was wearing as a hat. I want to give you an update, because things have developed.
The small cats — the ones for whom this bed was purchased — remain bedless. This is not the update.
The update is that V2 has a sister. We shall call her V1, because original bednapper, in the grand tradition of naming things in this house, is V2. V1 has discovered the Pusheen bed.
And here is where it gets interesting.
V1 can almost fit in it. Almost. Her head is approaching the exit at some speed, but she is in there. Technically, legally, she is using it as a bed rather than wearing it as millinery, and she would like that noted for the record.
She was very comfortable. She was very smug about it.
And then it was dinner time, because in this house dinner time is law, and V1 departed.
V2 , yesterday’s hat-wearer, the original claimant — assessed the situation. Looked at the bed. Looked at where her sister had been. Looked at the bed again.
She is now lying directly in front of it.
Not in it. In front of it. Pressed against the entrance like a very large, very dramatic bouncer. The message is clear and it is this: if I cannot sleep in there, no one can.
The small cats are watching all of this unfold from a safe distance.
They remain bedless.
It’s fine. Everything is absolutely fine. 🖤
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