Last week, Ruggles could not decide where to sleep: in bed with me, or in his fleecy bed with the velvet sides on the floor about 5 feet away. He kept vibrating between the two areas, and finally started to drag his bed on top of my bed. I moved it myself.
Now Ruggles sleeps in his fancy bed on the other side of my bed.
This morning, I brought His Lordship his breakfast and set it neatly on the fluffy blue towel on the floor: his special kibbles, special (and very expensive) wet cat food, and a large dish of water.
Ruggles stayed in his bed, mewing piteously. (No, he was not hurting nor were his legs paralyzed, thank you very much!)
After three minutes, I broke. I put the dish of wet food on the bed.
Mews continued, with a note of bitterness added.
I placed the dish in his fancy velvet bed.
Ruggles sat up, polished off all the food, and belched softly. Then he jumped down and drank some water, walked into the studio to finish off his morning routine. After copious litter-kicking and warming up his voice, he strolled back into my bedroom, hopped up on my bed, and cuddled down into his bed. Blinking lovingly at me, Ruggles rolled over on his back and fell asleep.
And I CANNOT believe this.
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