Spencer in her new hidey-hole. They were playing Chinese trumpets at opposite block, and she couldn't stand it.




I carried this catbed onto the train, without a plastic bag. The pet shop said they didn't have a large enough bag, so they just tied a raffia string around it. Luckily it wasn't very heavy. I tried to entice Mera and Max, by sprinkling catnip on the cushion. But they were not interested.

Spencer went into the bottom immediately, and trained her claws. She also didn't like the cushion.

Hat tried it for size this morning, and was whacked by Spencer. Though she isn't too keen on it herself.

It was reasonably cheap, and I liked the fact that two cats can use it, ideally at the same time.

I thought it is rustic English, but Sister J said it looked like a Manchurian throne. Sister S just groaned when she saw it.