Yesterday, while enjoying the lovely summer day, Sweetie came along to sit with me. I petted her, and rubbed her silky ears. She quickly discovered my cast-off sweater, and seemed to really enjoy it! Her long claws could have made mincemeat of it, but surprisingly no holes were found. For the enjoyment she seemed to receive, it would have been worth a ripped-up sweater just to witness it! I have a stack of sweatshirts, sweaters, and fleecy tops that I will now 'drop' on the deck, for her future use. I will NOT put fabric inside The Cat Hotel, since in the winter, any moisture can freeze, and it's a huge danger for outside cats. Straw is the only way to go when it's cold, but until then, she'll get my sweater treatment.
For my friends in the UK, Americans say 'sweater', The British say 'jumper'.