Cat Bed

Achilles has made M a slave to his whim. She is literally at his beck and call.

Meow! Oh, let me pick you up.

Meow! Oh, let me give you some kitten milk.

Meow! Oh, let me hold you again.

Meow! What's that? Fancy Feast? You want more Fancy Feast?

Meow! Okay. I'll hold you again.

That's probably not completely fair. We are all spoiling him. But he is sleeping in a box in M's room, beside her bed.

His leg is fractured, remember? So the vet says he has to be
1) separated from the others, who are much bigger and who might accidentally hurt that leg, and
2) confined as much as possible, so he won't go wandering around and walking on that leg. (Doc says he is too little to splint the leg, or to give any pain meds, so he will just have to tough it out.)



So M made a little bed for him in the box. It's one of the scarves I knit for her. She says it's softer than the towel I gave him and she wants Achilles to have a soft bed. I'm okay with that.


I'm just not okay with this:





Where's our hand-knitted beds?