The ultimate in first-world problems: I didn’t get Benny or Joon any Christmas gifts this year. (This may ease your mind about my mental state—I didn’t get them gifts because I was too preoccupied with getting gifts for humans.) However, my sister came through with plastic ornaments full of toys that caused the cats to pronk around the house plus—the ultimate combination of my two loves, cats and knittinga felted cat bed, what I’ve been referring to as a “pod.” It’s quite beautiful—a bright aqua around the entrance and darker shade of sea blue for the rest:
Joon has taken to the pod quite well. To protect her from Benny’s occasional violent ambushes, she sleeps in the bedroom with me and, whereas she normally curls up between my legs, forcing me to lie with legs splayed like a frog pinned on a dissection tray, she now quite happily sleeps in the pod. She understands the pod; she gets how it works.
Benny, not so much. His handiwork:
Occasionally he leads Joon down the primrose path:
As for me, while I'm tickled by this gift, I am also tempted to buy some white felt and red markers and make it look like this: