Finding My Space
Funny, this place is a lot bigger than the old house, but all us cats seem to want to be in the same half-dozen spots. For example, our favorite morning hangout is by the double doors that overlook the back patio.
I also really enjoy the built-in cat tree. My human says it’s not a cat tree — it’s a spiral staircase. That’s okay. She can call it whatever she wants. We all know she is clueless.
The only problem is that Binga likes hanging out on the built-in cat tree too.
This occasionally causes some conflicts.
There’s a bay window in my human’s new office, and she put one of the cat beds there so we could hang out with her. Actually, she put it there mostly for me, but the other cats insist on using it too. So it gets a little crowded there sometimes.
Plus she still has a few that she’s trying to sell on eBay. I was forced into posing with them, as usual.
But there are some other cool things about the new house. I like the floors because I find interesting things in the gaps between the big planks.
In case you are wondering, don’t try to eat those bugs. They taste nasty. I spit this one out.
She really expected me to admire the view. I was more interested in that weird chair thing that the humans use to hang upside down.
I also lucked out on Halloween. I was worried that my human was going to put an ugly “novelty” collar on me like she usually does this time of year. But I found an even better costume for myself this time around, merely by napping near the shutters in the late morning. So this year, instead of a clown, I get to be a prison inmate.