The BAD (Beautiful Artistic Daughter) came up with a great idea the other day.
She was going to get rid of some tee shirts until her artistic eye caught site of an empty box.
So she stretched the shirt over the box, leaving the neck hole over the open part of it.
And here's what it became.
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Yup!
A hidey-hole for a cat.
Mimi couldn't resist exploring it, as you can see.
Of course, some people just wouldn't understand.
That was sent to me by one of my elves, Comical Carol.
She talks to her dog.
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My youngest is a small caps cat person, I'll send this along to her.
Tee hee ... 😁
Well, yeah, she talks to her dog. I talk to my stuffed animals all the time, and so did Betty White.
Cats are cheap dates. Just need boxes and bags. How cool is that?
LOL. If it is under my roof, it does find itself being talked to.
What an awesome Idea! Going to try it as soon as I find a box, and see if our Clyde likes it.
I can't imagine NOT talking to Mari; it would be creepy. I think she understands some of what I say. I would like to believe that anyway!
My cat understands me too. I can tell by the look she gives me when I'm and say "why haven't you died yet? Also when she is fussing with her food, I tell her "that's all there is so eat it" and she does. Bedtime needs no words, I just pat the covers and up she jumps.
In my mind, Republicans are dogs and Democrats are feline. If I were an American citizen, I would always vote for the cats as Republicans shit all over the place and bark at you.
Such a great new home for the cat.
I talk out loud to myself all of the time! ;)
Love the cat hideaway and that cartoon. ;-)
Well, I talk to the crows in the air when I walk out to get the paper in the morning. They always reply and seem to enjoy our conversation.
I do too, though, crows stick to rural areas. Those are probably ravens, as they are here.
Crows are funny. We feed them, but they wait until we go away to come and get the food. I know this, because Tim left in the car for a bit. I stayed behind because I was doing something. I heard a loud cawing, and saw a murder of crows flying in from all directions. They were just waiting for us to go!
Cats rule, dogs drool.
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