My mum's two cats, Molly and George, are great, though hard work and they can be quite demanding when they want to be. I also have a lot of friends with cats. Their pets, by comparison to ours, seem totally normal.
We've had Millie two years now, since she was about eight weeks old. And we did what all proud parents of fur babies do: we splurged. She was bought toys and combs, and special food and things for the litter tray. And beds. And pillows.
This is what she chooses to sleep in:
For anyone who's wondering, that's the bath.
She sleeps in their so often, in fact, that she has adopted it as her official residence. When we go for a bath, she stands on the side and cries at us until we get out. Once she even tried to walk across the bubbles (I've said before she isn't very bright). We've had to warn guests to our house that when you go to the guest bathroom (we have an ensuite in our room), she will follow you and sit outside the door. It's like she's making sure you leave the place as you find it.
I feel like the caption to this photo should be "I can haz bathtub".
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