The Return of the Cushion

Now, you all remember my cushion disappeared?  Well, as mysteriously as it vanished, it has returned!

I know you were all worried about it going into the washing machine, and how it would come back without any kitty fur or kitty smells on it.  To be honest, I like a nice clean cushion, in the same way I like to sleep on the ironing, or whatever outfit Mum has laid out on the bed ready for work. Thing's are just not the same unless there's a layer of kitty hair all over it.

Anyway, here's my cushion, back safe and sound.  Of course, I was straight onto it, to make sure it had been washed correctly.

Seems I have turned into a yellow eyed monster!  There's no option for yellow eye removal on iPhoto, apparently.  I'll just carry on re-furring my cushion.

I'm a big fat ginger cat who's clad to see the return of his cushion.

Tricky Cushion

Sometimes my cushion can be very tricky.

Sometimes you have to keep your paws together to stop yourself from falling off.  Sometimes you just can't help yourself.

I'm a big fat ginger cat who nearly fell off his cushion.

Rediscovering my Cushion

My cushion seems to have re-appeared.  I'm not too sure where it went.  I think Mum said she took it to the Boat Thing, as I seemed to prefer my Kitty Condo.  She did put it down for me there, but when on the Boat Thing I'd much rather sit on the bed, or on the furniture.   They are doing something wrong on the Boat Thing, as there are only two chairs.  Obviously they can't count to 3, as we need a chair each, so every time one of them gets up, I claim the chair for myself!

Anyway, back to the cushion.

It's a very nice comfy cushion, and all of a sudden it was back in it's rightful place, so I thought I'd make the most of it.  Mum's been going to that Work Thing this week, so I'm asleep on the cushion when she goes, and I'm still there when she gets home.

Puss' Mum:  well, at least you're not spending all day asleep on next door but one's sofa, like you have been doing.

I like next door but one's sofa, it's nice and comfy, but my cushion is comfier!!

I'm a big fat ginger cat who likes his cushion.

Under the Stairs

I like sleeping under the stairs.  It's nice and cosy, and I can keep an eye on everything from under the table.  Actually, I don't know where the table came from, but it seems to have replaced my cushion, which I now can't find, which disappeared when my kitty condo arrived.  Are you still with me?  I think my cushion has gone on to greater things.

Anyway, back to under the stairs.  One minute I'm curled up...

Then it's the turn of the outstretched paw!

I'm a big fat ginger under the stairs cat.