My Life is So Hard

Gus takes his bed very seriously.

And, therefore, he takes sleeping very seriously.

Although this is clearly in the middle of the day during one of Gus’ 5 naps, this is the same way he behaves when it is time for me to go to bed.  I get in my bed and he comes into the bedroom, hops up and settles into his bed.

I want to know how he knows that’s his bed.

I never trained him to lay in it.  I just put the bed on the stools at the foot of my bed and Gus somehow knew that was his bed.

I would say it’s because cats are smart, but this is Gus we are talking about here.

He is a sweetheart; however, his general comprehension skills are only in the 10th percentile for his age group.

The poor dear has such a hard life.

He’s so cute I can’t stand it.

Y’all come back,

Sugarlump

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8 thoughts on “My Life is So Hard

  1. Glenda’s sister’s cat sees a big decline in the quality of his care when Debbie goes away. Not trying to rat out Glenda…just saying. Gus has it awfully good.

  2. My calm cat sleeps at my elbow as I type this. Her bed is where ever it is I am sitting. Or on a warm day, in the warmest windowsill in the house. Either way, warm is the goal, and that I can respect. Love the feel–goodness of this blog.

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