Remember that song that started something like, "Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone? Oh where oh where can he be?"
Well, I was just about singing it recently, except there was no dog. Honey Cat was missing.
She wasn't in the man cave.
She wasn't in the living room.
She wasn't in either guest room.
Oh boy. "Where, oh where has my Honey Cat gone? Oh where, oh where can she be?"
Stepping into the "white" bedroom, where I had just put on smooth, white sheets, and a newly washed the rose-covered duvet cover, I spotted her.
She was curled up in the most comfortable spot in the house, sunk deep into the duvet which encases a soft, down comforter.
She's definitely a creature of utterly unabashed, unashamed, totally decadent comfort.
"There you are, you little rapscallion," I said to her. She barely moved a whisker.
"Honey? You are a spoiled princess of a cat."
She did open her eyes very briefly but never lifted her head from the soft, down comforter.
It was as if she were saying, "Leave me alone, pul-eese. The Princess is resting."
Well, I guess even cat princesses need their beauty sleep!
WHERE IS YOUR PET'S FAVORITE PLACE TO HANG OUT AT HOME?
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