Big Beddy

It's Twozday!

Manny and Chili Bruce have moved their main napping location to the big beddy in the parlor.

Despite missing their company on MY chair, they look SO CUTE!

CB left, Manny right.

CB right, Manny left.

CB left, Manny right.

😻😻😻

Let's Hop!

Providing A Service

It's Twozday, and Da Boyz have found their cold-weather napping locations:

Manny, on the pink-blue chair, in a sunpuddle.

On MY CHAIR, inelegantly sprawled.

Manny, getting smoochies.

Manny, top, and Chili, bottom, in the huge cat beddy in the parlor.

 Once I've got a fresh cut of hot tea, my audiobook, and an empty bladder, Da Boyz and I can spend hours together in MY CHAIR.

They snooze, as I while away my time as their human cat bed with a book and phone solitaire, or scroll social media, watching videos of thatched roofers, furniture and painting restorations, rock collectors, cat rescues all over the world, and bagpipe music.

Oh, it's heavenly!!!

💤 💤 💤 

Versions

It's Twozday!

Manny and Chili Bruce have migrated to the corner beddy in the parlor, as the overnight temps have fallen here.

The multifaceted snuggling positions have me fascinated.

The Hubby hopes that my constant pic-taking doesn't disturb the sleepers, but seriously, as if cats would EVER not get enough sleep!

😹 💤 😹

"Papa's got a brand new bag!"

Well, not really.  "Papa" is really Chuck, and it's not so much a brand new bag, but a long-unused bed!  Chuck has just re-discovered his old beddy, one that he and Angel used to sleep in together as wee kittens.  The bed was relocated to the parlor floor when The Hubby had a project going, and now it's staying there because Chuck is sleeping in it all of the time!  The nice orange crocheted fishy toy is courtesy of Ellen at 15 and Meowing; click here to visit her kitty blog.  Thanks again, Ellen!

Note!  A rare sighting of Chuck's white belleh fur!

"Papa's Got A Brand New Bag"

Lyrics by James Brown

Come here sister... Papa's in the swing 

He ain't too hip... about that new breed babe 

He ain't no drag 

Papa's got a brand new bag 

Come here mama... and dig this crazy scene 

He's not too fancy... but his line is pretty clean 

He ain't no drag. 

Papa's got a brand new bag 

He's doing the Jerk... 

He's doing the Fly 

Don't play him cheap 'cause you know he ain't shy 

He's doing the Monkey, the Mashed Potatoes, Jump back Jack, See you later 

alligator. 

Come here sister 

Papa's in the swing 

He ain't too hip now 

but I can dig that new breed babe; 

He ain't no drag 

He's got a brand new bag 

Suspicious Chuck

Suspicious Chuck

When we had Shadow/Loretta, we used the parlor as her safe room.  Now that she has gone to her furrever home, the parlor is empty again.  However, when I was in there this morning ...and closed the door behind me...Chucky prowled the exterior, and I think he half-suspected that I was going to reappear with another cat, like the last time!  He had a suspicious look on his face, and he was definitely wary of what I was doing.  When I came back out, I assured him that there were no new cats, and that he was still the Alpha cat around here.  I think he believed me.