The Cathouse

Well, it's happened.  My wife, the cat lover, couldn't stand the fact that the cats had nowhere to sleep or rest outside in a protected area, especially if we were gone and it was windy or raining.  So, we bought this dog/cat house. Did they like it?  

The first few days they sniffed it, walked around it and ignored it, as cats do.  But as the days went by and they realized this new "thing" wasn't going to move, attack them or leave, they decided it might be okay to venture inside.  So they did.

Since we also put a nice cushy pad inside the house, they've now decided laying in there is cool. And, of course, it's now become a race to see who gets inside first.  Although there's plenty of room for all three of them to use it, only one at a time goes inside and blocks usage from the other two.  In fact, two of the three use it quite often.  The third cat, Piggy, has decided that it's quite the cool structure to be used, not inside, but on top. When the sun shines or the weather is dry, the roof of the cat house is his lookout point, sun-bathing arena, pop the other cats on the head as they walk by platform. 

All-in-all, it has grown on them, not literally of course because then it would crush them, but figuratively.  When the wind is howling or the rains are blowing, if the spoiled little fuzzes happen to be outside, most likely you'll find one of them inside the cat house peeking out the door watching the world go by and waiting to come inside the biggest of all cat houses, our home, which for some reason they seem to think is theirs!  We're just glad they like the little house which we purchased, at the behest of my wife, just for them.  

Selfish little things!  These entitled little beings better be thankful.  Right!