My Cave

Human Daddy has provided me with a new, cozy cave for the long, cold months ahead.

A black and white tuxedo cat is just barely visible in a light blue basket deep within a dark cubby hole in a wooden bench.  The entrance to the cat cave is a stylish tall arch carved into the bench facing.

To be clear, it is mine and only mine.

The same cat emerges from his delightful cave to take a healthy walk.

I expect to find it undisturbed and unencumbered by another Cat or, Cat forbid, a Woofie when I return from my morning constitutional.

—Phelps