In the box of puppy pads.
In the box of generic tupperware carriers.
In the last White Elephant box.
In the box of computer paper.
In the box of DVDs.
In a box. Any kind. Anywhere. Anytime.
My head asploded at the cuteness of that picture.
In the bathroom sink.
Behind or on top of the DVD player, which is in a little cupboard in the entertainment center.
Just this morning, curled up in the fruit bowl between apples and bananas, hidden behind a cantaloupe.
A “barely got the nap started” contribution, from a cat I had when I was growing up:
Our cat walked into the living room to see the thick curtains barely open, and about a foot-wide beam of warm sun projected onto the floor… and our dog already napping in that spot. Our dog with a black, glossy coat. Which got very warm in the sun.
The cat did the math, and opted to crawl atop the dog to soak in the sunbeam.
Our dog was very even-tempered, and merely woke up and looked over her shoulder in bewilderment, but I think she wasn’t pleased at being made a fool of by the cat, who she usually was pretty friendly with. After seeing us stare at this stunt, and then start laughing, she finally got up, dumping the cat unceremoniously on the floor. I’m pretty sure the cat didn’t try that stunt again, to the best of my recollection, and she went back to either sleeping next to the dog or in the wide windowsill behind the curtains.
-Litterbox
-Dog’s crate
-My dresser drawer (when it was closed – she crawled in, I didn’t see her, and we found her an hour later when she started yowling)
-Up INSIDE the Christmas tree
-My Barbie case (when I was little, of course)
In the dishwaser
In a towel drawer - that was barely opened enough to fit in
In a cat bed - not weird on the surface, but the bed is barely big enough for our 16lb cat to fit in by himself, but somehow, both our 16 and 12 lb cat were in it together.
Pictures to follow when I get home.
I’m really trying to keep my mancard and suppress the Squeee!, Renee.
Those are adorable kittehs.
My dad used to know a small-town fire chief who would wearily tell little old ladies who called when their cats got “stuck” up in trees, “Ma’am, I’ve never seen a cat skeleton in a tree. Have you?”
Our cat will immediately settle and snooze on any grocery store bag (paper OR plastic) that is put on the floor.
Renee, that was adorable. Thanks!
Courtesy of icanhazcheesburger.
I’ll see your potted plant, and raise you skewers stuck upright in the dirt. Which were specifically there to discourage cats.
Apparently this isn’t actually unusual, but you could have fooled me.
Yup. Are you familiar with Maru, the Box-Addicted Cat, I hope? Maru and small boxes… Maru and large boxes… Maru and… well, that’s not even a box.
**Renee **-- O the cuteness!
That is so catlike!
When I first got her, Ariel was in the habit of sleeping in the bathroom sink (which is apparently a common habit, given the number of mentions it’s gotten so far in this thread).
She stopped doing it when we moved into the new house, because the sink is unusually high (it’s a good 6" higher than a traditional sink, which probably seemed natural to the last owner given that he was almost 7’ tall) It’s also one of those raised basin types, which means she can’t hop onto the vanity and slide in, as she was quite used to doing before.
I guess she conquered her fear of heights last weekend, though, because I found her curled up in the sink Saturday morning.
She also likes to sleep on my laptop bag. I guess all that extra padding makes it quite appealing. 
I knew a kitty once who met with an untimely and gruesome death because of a habit of sleeping inside a truck engine. My stepdad went out one morning to start his diesel pickup. Somehow the racket of him exiting the house, tromping across the wooden deck, and opening and closing the driver side door failed to rouse Miss Kitty from her perch, and when he turned the key to start it, she was caught up in the engine parts and flung clear of the truck. Unfortunately, she was still alive despite being torn nearly in half, and my stepdad had no other option than to put her out of her misery with his revolver.
On a lighter note, I frequently found my cat, Luke asleep in my infant son’s bassinette.
Wonder if they’s like a Kindle if you ever get one?
The sink, bathtub, my boobs, suitcase…
Once, and only once, I actually found her asleep in the cat bed we bought.
I did that multiple times with Kitty, our long deceased cat. She loved to go to burrow in a drawer when it was open. I would end up putting the clothes away and then shut the drawer. In due time, she would let me know she was done with her nap and I needed to open the drawer.
I once was putting towels away in the linen closet before work and did not notice that she had climbed in before I shut the door. I came home 8 hours later and was shocked when she didn’t greet me at the door demanding food. I searched the house and was so afraid I was going to find her dead somewhere (she was old at this point). Finally, she heard me calling for her and let me know she was in the linen closet. She didn’t destroy anything, but made a bee-line for the litter box.
Kitty also had a habit of burrowing in to dirty clothes piles and laundry baskets. If you reached in to one, you might get swatted away by an angry cat trying to get some sleep.
The two we have now are not that inventive when it comes to strange sleeping spots. They prefer laps, sunny spots and anything soft.
Yes.
She’s not actually allowed to sleep on the Kindle, but she will if the opportunity presents itself.
In the sink.
On top of the hangers in my closet (similar to the “efishenzy” pic posted earlier, but on top of the hangers instead of in the middle of them).
Inside the linen closet, on top of the towels (she paws the door open, shoves herself in, and lets the door close behind her–a nice quiet dark soft place to sleep. And she’s adorable when we discover her).
In my pants (no, I wasn’t wearing them at the time)
In my desk drawer.
She climbs up the space between the drawers and the back wall, and squeezes herself into the middle drawer. She doesn’t fit as well as she did when she was a kitten, though.
On the cable box. She’s killed two of them thus far. But it’s warm year-round, so who can blame her?
We had a cat when I was growing up who loved to sleep on the old-fashioned steam radiator. Since it would get so terribly hot, my mom made a thick pad of folded towels which would then sit atop the flat top of the radiator by the kitchen window. Princess (yes, we gave her that original name – what can I say, we were little kids at the time!) would sleep there until she would get so warm she practically felt like she was cooking. Not that she ever objected.
Oh, I forgot the weirdest one for me. I have a UPS under my computer desk–it’s a small box, maybe 6" wide by about a foot long and 8" high. My smallest Russian Blue girl has taken that as her spot. In the morning I find the rest of the cats on the bed with us, but Sonata (aka Fred) sleeps on the UPS box. She’s a weird little thing, but I love her.