I have sad news to report friends. The other day I was enjoying some nap time in the den, when I thought I heard some activity in the hall. I noticed Dad was not present so I chalked it up to normal Dad activity.
Dad has been known to be quite industrious during extended cat naps.
I noticed a few minutes later that Mom had vacated the area, and I could hear them oohing and ahhing in the bedroom. I had to go investigate. Imagine my shock and horror when I realized MY BED had been carted away and an imposter was put in it's place!
I don't need to tell you how many good memories I had with Lumpy. So many naps, hours spent plotting on how to wake Mom, and Sunday morning playtime with my parents. Great times!
It was so wrong. Lumpy, cut down his prime. The mom and dad shaped divots and the many cat-shaped pits that fit us all just so, made him perfect. Sure he was old, but so is the rest of the family.
Some of us are also lumpy, not to point any paws at any human, Mom.
I don't trust this new bed. It's all even and cat-hair free (who could trust that?). The only nice thing I can say about it is that it's shorter and easier to leap onto... if I should decide to leap onto it.
For now I keep my distance and mew from the nightstand.