I have got a new bed.  Mum made it for me.  She spent ages knitting away with various different coloured balls of wool, some left over from other things she’d made, and others were new balls that she went to the shop and bought specially.  Then she knitted and knitted until she couldn’t knit any more.  I got up one morning and there it was – in the middle of the carpet in the front room, in front of the television, near my scratching circley-thing, fish blob (that she also made) and the puzzle feeder thing (that she made as well).  

She patted it.  I looked at her and blinked twice.  She patted it again, twice.  I blinked three times. ‘It’s a bed, for you, Casey,’ she said. 

‘Oh,’ I replied, getting up on the sofa and having a good lick of my bottom.  ‘What am I supposed to do with it?’

She sat on it then, I think it was to show me what I could use it for, but I prefer the sofa.  Plus, when she’s on the sofa as well, we’re near to each other without being on top of one another.  We respect each other’s space, if you know what I mean.

Mum likes making things.  You may remember she made two fish blobs, only the Monster Gobbler ate one of them.  Gibbs – who looks a lot like me and could be my long-lost brother – loves fish blob and he’s always licking it and making it all gooey and gungy with his licky stuff.  He said he can still smell the catnip that Mum got from Farmer Ed all the way from America.  It’s strong stuff, I can tell you.

Gibbs saw the new bed.  ‘Holy Haddocks,’ he said, admiring the different coloured stripes.  ‘That’s an awesome bed, Casey.  Wish my folks made me stuff like your Mum does.’  He walked around it and viewed it from every angle before turning his attention and licky stuff to fish blob.

We left the new bed where it was for a few days and it was a bit like the elephant in the room situation.  Neither of us mentioned it but Mum was hoping I’d sit on it with a view to having a sleep and I was hoping I wouldn’t have to.

me on my new bed and Gibbs alongsideI came in the front room one day, in the early evening, and noticed there was something different about the bed.  It had a pale coloured towel placed over it and I thought it looked rather inviting.  I had a sniff first and then I walked around it.  Then I got on it and padded it for a while – which felt really good.  I then ventured all the way onto it and sat down.  It wasn’t bad, really.  I had a good wash of my nether regions and fell asleep. 

Mum nearly fainted with shock when she came in later and saw me fast asleep; she took hundreds of pictures to prove it – as you can see.

Mum will tell you how to make it next time.

   

 

Five Good Reasons for Having Your Cat Neutered

  • Reduces fighting, injury and noise
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  • Much less likely to wander and get lost
  • Safer from diseases like feline AIDS, mammary tumours and feline leukaemia
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