
Plonked down
on a bath towel
On a mat
There’s the cat
In a basket snug
Like a bug in a rug!
Paws over nose
Or tail across his face
They will find any place
To snuggle
Or be cuddled
Sleep 16 hours
Glad he’s ours!
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Plonked down
on a bath towel
On a mat
There’s the cat
In a basket snug
Like a bug in a rug!
Paws over nose
Or tail across his face
They will find any place
To snuggle
Or be cuddled
Sleep 16 hours
Glad he’s ours!

We got a package today in a cardboard box. Before you could say Jack Robinson, one of the cats had co-opted it as a snug, draft free bed. I don’t know how long it will last. He’s slightly too big for it and one of the sides is a bit loose. He’s just lain down after having a good wash. Snuggling and curling, paw over nose.
What makes cats nest? You see them on videos, squeezing into tiny spaces, climbing into holes in virtually anything including empty washing machines!

The cat sat on the mat,
by the heater,
warm and snug,
the occasional lick of his paws,
the obligatory stretch and curl.
Cat knows a good place,
when he finds one.
Outside its cold and overcast, inside?
Bright and calm.
Cat knows the best place,
and how to claim it.
I thought it was cold. Now it’s snowing! It hasn’t snowed in months. Since last year… Cars coming down the hill with hazard warning lights on. Luckily not slipping or sliding. The flakes are huge fluffy things. In an hour two inches have fallen. And the silence, the quiet that you get when snow falls. It muffled everything. Makes the world seem less busy. Now I’m going to put the heating on… For a bit…..