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

Inspection

When your Human Mommy returns from an unauthorized trip, a thorough inspection of her bag is de rigueur.

A dilute tortoiseshell cat has her back to the camera and inspects the contents of an open, pink duffel-style bag in front of her.

Hmmm… No traces of Apology Catnip, nor evidence of Bribery Treats, and we know from experience that tuna cans can’t make it through the airport metal detectors.

The same tortoiseshell cat is now looking directly at the camera.  She looks disappointed.

I am most disappointed with you, Human Mommy.

—Lily