Ok; so this is basically the cats blog. Anykitty can see that. I am a foster mom of two gorgeous Bengal cats. I am currently possessed by three 'moggies' of my own. If you were to come to my home you would see instantly that we are cat people. You can tell by all the bird feeders hanging right outside the windows.
Inside you would find a house where practically every flat surface has spaces for cats to perch, preen, snooze or just be antisocial. (funny how many verbs can apply interchangeably from cats to birds (and vice versa). The dining room table where we used to take our meals has no chairs around it anymore and apart from the single giant water dish in the middle; it's free from any seasonal ddecorations. (Let's face it; I don't want to risk my Grandmothers gorgeous apple pottery dishes to a moody crabby feline Ms. Stella!) who would take it upon herself to redecorate everything to the floor. (That way as I bend to pick up the offending pieces she can step down off the table onto my back and then glide to the floor- ya; she's like that.)
I have been know to leave my heated blanket on during the day for the comfort of one kitty. I have been know to get up out of my chair (for the umteenth time in an hour) to play the 'revolving door' game with a seemingly incontinent kitty. I have woken up at all hours to mewling outside my bedroom door only to find a cat who just wanted to run amok with an audience.
Why do I tell you all this? Because I have a confession to make. Today; the dog groomer in the suite adjacent to ours came over. She brought in a pair of these: