Part 1, they barely sniffed the new beddy
Part 2, front feet only, no good reactions.
Part 3, Ok, sitting in it, but only to chew on the yarn.
That's where we left off our tail of beddy woe.
So I gave up. They are not going to use it. I'll probably wind up giving it away to someone with dogs who might actually fit the thing, or cats who like to cuddle up two or three at a time in the huge, unpopular, new pink beddy.
Life went on.
Then I looked up one day, or rather, looked down one day and.... You guessed it!
Glitter: What the heck is all the squee-ing for? Can't a girl relax in peace?
Oh, hi daddy. Why do you look surprised too? This is mine, right? I'm allowed to nap in or on anything I want, right?
Of course, that's only when I darn well fell like it, and not one second sooner.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to turn around and try to get back to my sweet dreams..
Cashmere: Hey, mom, dad! I think I should get a turn in the new bed now, don't you? No thanks, I don't want the ham-mick right now. Leo filled it with cardboard again.. I want the new bed!
Glitter: Tough toe nails, sister. I'm planning a moderate 10 hour nap right now. But if you want, I can make it a long one instead?
Up next, beddy wars???
By the way it's hug your cat day! Even if they are brats...