Every cat pawrent knows the drill. You buy the comfiest, fluffiest, most luxurious cat bed money can buy, only for your feline overlord to completely ignore it. Instead, they choose the cardboard box the bed came in or worse, the hard, cold floor two inches away. It’s as if cats have a secret society where they’ve all sworn an oath to reject anything marketed as “for cats.”
Shoebox? Perfect. Laundry basket? Even better. Your freshly folded clothes? A five-star hotel. And don’t forget the keyboard, because apparently, there’s no cozier spot than right on top of your work. Meanwhile, the expensive cat bed sits in the corner, untouched, silently mocking you.
No matter how weird or inconvenient their chosen spot is, they somehow look more comfortable than we ever could. In the end, the true bed is wherever the cat decides to loaf and we’re just along for the purrfectly confusing ride.
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