Feeling the coming of winter, the cats have taken claim to their winter sleeping positions.
During the day Kitty owns the carpet directly in front of the stove.
But in the evenings things change. Whiskers and Kitty migrate to my small sofa, one at each end. Smudge chooses his red cushion on the kitchen chair.
I also sit on my small, red sofa. I like putting my legs up and lounging, but with two cats happily snoozing on either end, I find myself sitting upright and uncomfortable in the middle.
I have tried moving one, but the look of disappointment I received was too much.
So I bought a square bean bag, exactly the right size to rest my legs on and still sit upright on the sofa.
Smudge ran in and made a leap for it. He loves it. He looks smugly at me as if he's saying thanks for this, mum!
Oh well, no slouching for me!
As for the poor feral cat, I've bought him a large wooden kennel, covered the large entrance with a piece of plywood that has a cat-sized hole cut in it and inside there's a fluffy carpet, a cat cushion and a brand new igloo.
Has he been inside? I can't tell, as I cannot see the entrance from my window. He certainly walks past it, and there are some bits of leaf and such inside, but I don't know for sure.