Millie, the stray cat that is spoiled rotten now, got a new bed for Christmas. I am amazed that she knew exactly what it was and who it was for immediately. Like cats are made for little, round, gooshy beds with a short wall all around. Every time, it's the same thing. She puts two paws in and kneads the bed, then she will inch a back leg in, kneading all the while. Finally the last legs enters the bed and she lies down. For a LONG winter's nap. She wakes me around 3am to go outside.
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