In the midst of moving mayhem, I found this:
All of the raised surfaces we had cat beds on had moved to the new apartment.
Most of the beds had moved, too.
Angel managed to find one lone bed that had been left on the floor.
That was good enough for her.
This little leopard bed is not one of the usual favourites in our house.
And it was certainly in a less than optimal place.
None for that mattered to Angel.
She owned that bed.
Of course, it probably didn’t hurt that Jacoby was still in his house eating breakfast, so Angel didn’t have to fend off any challengers.
She would have fought him off, though. Angel is fierce.