cats are assholes
because the holidays are coming up, and because i'm a dork, i've been thinking of what i should get the three little feline princesses for christmas.
there are a lot of cat products on the market, of course. for example, they have a $130 kitty condo (three levels of places to scratch and climb) at my local pet supermarket.
however, i worry about spending $130 on something that i'm not sure the cats will use. and deep down, i'm pretty sure they won't... you know, to spite me.
but if you browse pet products online, they make it tempting. you see all these happy cats in their comfy little beds and think, "well MAYBE they'd use it!"
did they have to drug this one to get it to sit in the bed? or maybe it's a stuffed cat.
and i fell for it once. i got a $15 cat bed for the kitty right before her surgery. they like things to nestle up in, right? well this is perfect - round and kitty-sized. well, in the month it's been here (occupying different spots around the house, as i try to find one they may actually use it in), i have witnesses lucy in it once
and that was when it first appeared.
this is more typically the scene around the house:
this is how i found suki this morning: asleep in a cardboard box. please note that the blue thing on the chair above her (on the chair! double cushioning!) is the cat bed i bought for them.