We recently bought a couple more of those cat beds that have slight raised sides and fleece inside of them. The cats like some of the beds, but the other beds, despite being identical, are snubbed. We’ve tried swapping the positions of the beds. The only thing that works is sprinkling some catnip on the snubbed beds, and that’s only temporary.
The younger female cat has lost my husband again. He’s in his bedroom, asleep, but she can’t find him. It’s a good thing that she doesn’t have to hunt for a living. She can’t even sneak up on a sleeping human.
As a testament to my mother’s good nature, I was allowed all manner of critters as a teen with one rule: Keep them away from her.
I had an iguana that grew to be about 4 feet long, and while his cage was adequate, sometimes I let him roam the house for some exercise and change of scenery. We had a dark green sofa under a huge window, and he would often lay on the back of the sofa in the sun, blending in nicely.
One day, mom came home early - with a friend no less - and they came into the den to sit and chat. Mom’s friend sat on the sofa and put her arm up on the back with out looking. I heard voices and came to see what was going on when I saw Iggy start eying her dancing fingers right by his head. Before I could say anything, he calmly turned his head and grabbed a finger. Gently, mind you- he would do the same with me, but still…
Mrs. Whoever looked around, saw a prehistoric monster nearly her size with her finger in its mouth and FREAKED. My mom was instantly mad at me and apologetic, and it was all I could do not to laugh my ass off while I retrieved my poor, misunderstood lizard.