Ray put his head through the crack in the door to the cat room (I can't remember the last time I posted a picture of how we have that rigged so here is the link to that posting). I walked over and unhooked the hook so that he could come in. Ray ambled on over to say hi to his favorite cat. He gave her a lick or two, then tried to get up on the bed without the superman leap. I watched him struggle to get a good grip with one back paw on the sheet covering the bed, then heave himself up. He gave Moonie another lick, turned a few circles and settled down on one of the little summer-quarters beds (winter-quarters are the tents).
I could see his thought process.
These cats have it good. They have good food. They have a toilet right in the room. They have fun toys to play with. They have beds all over the place. The mean one isn't here at the moment. I think I'll move in.
|Man, this is cushy|
|You guys have it so good in here.|
|This is where the mean one sleeps, isn't it.|
|Not anymore! Heh heh heh (laughs evilly)|