You guys know how I feel about all things cat. Obviously. I have a page dedicated to my pets. And Ralph and Ted have more fancy-pants things than Ryan and I do. So when a reader showed me this, I had to share it with you. Not only because I think they’re super (that word…) cute and I want one (duh), but because I felt a little guilty that I couldn’t buy one myself. I think that if I came home with another cat item, Ryan would straight up murder me. I mean, you know about our 100 sq. ft. (you guys know I’m bad spatially - I have no idea what the square footage is really) apartment. The floor space is limited. At this point, if I bring anything else home, it’s going to take away from the walking space. Oh no, you guys. Am I becoming a hoarder? I just thought about that. I’m not, right? RIGHT?! I guess not since all the cats are alive and accounted for instead of skeletal and under a 6-foot pile of magazines. FOR NOW!
Blah, blah, blah check out these adorable felted cat caves. It just makes me more angry that I don’ have a washer and dryer readily available so that I could easily felt things. Well, one that I don’t have to pay to use. Damn you apartment living!
Now, I won’t lie and say I’m wild about the cat paw print (you guys already know that anyway), but I bet that if you’re like me, you could probably e-mail and ask her to make it sans paw. Maybe not, but it can’t hurt to ask. My two cents…
