An essential for a happy feline life is choice... something which humans so often deny us.
Each morning I ask myself - shall I use the catflap or would I prefer my human to open the garden door for me?
Shall I use the human bed upstairs or shall I use the sofa? Or perhaps the cardboard box on the kitchen table? Or even the box that my human put for me on the top of the cupboard, after I used to spend time there without a bed?
Do I want a bed? Or shall I just lie flat out with my legs apart in a patch of sunlight in the living room? Or sit on my special cat lounge looking out into the garden.
Choice, you see. Make your human give you multiple beds and multiple resting places.
You know it makes feline sense.
Can we ever have too much choice I wonder? When humans open their minds they can achieve many wonderous things. When they open their hearts nothing is impossible. At least that is what I tell Mrs H when she says she cant find the right food for me and I send her to scour the land for the last tin of may favourite food ;)
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