If I fits, I sits.

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Someone else seems to be enjoying the tree as much as we are.
It’s funny, but the cats napped under the glow of the tree quite a bit prior to me stowing an un-decked wreath underneath. Now she plants herself in the middle like 18 hours a day.
No idea what is so appealing about this new bedding. I imagine it would be itchy, prickly and uncomfortable. But it’s hers. She’s claimed it.
Then again, cats manage to cram themselves in the strangest spaces.
Weird animals.

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