On the weekend I bought the right stuff at a handsome price and since it was specials week, the pet supply store tossed in a cat tent.
A* cat* tent.
so far they haven't ever set foot on the lawn or anything else outdoors.
Anyway, they love it and take turns napping in it. This morning Maxie flicked his paws (his version of the finger) and tried to work up a hiss at Harry, who wanted in.
Harry lay on the floor nearby, patiently tapping his little paws.
Finally, big old Max lumbered out and Harry scuttled in.
What's next--an outhouse and an hibachi?
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Ah, good old sibling rivalry. Sorry, but I do not have any exciting URL's to post.
ettore
My cat (RIP) used to snuggle up in paper bags -- the poor cat's tent, I expect! I wouldn't worry until you see them with backpacks.
Oh please, we are cats; we do not carry our belongings on our backs! That is the dog’s job!
Max
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