Suspect

While I was in TJ Maxx the other day, I happened upon the pet isle and decided to buy Gus and Scarlett a new bed along with 17 other things I don’t really need.

I was very pleased with my purchases.  Gus, however, was a little more skeptical of his new bed.

Sniff.

Sniff. Sniff.

Sniff.  Sniff.  Sniff.

Very suspect.

Is it a black hole?

Inspecting the cushion construction.

Unfortunately, it is not the spring down he was hoping for.

Keeping one leg out just in case he needs to vacate speedily.  You never know with these cat beds.

Not so bad, but he’s not about to sit down.

Enough of that.

Verdict: Questionable.

Not sold on this new lounging specimen just yet.

There’s Scarlett’s tail.  Time to go inspect her.

She’s kind of suspect, too.

After all that, he prefers to lounge on the human seat, in a nest of freshly laundered linens and towels.

I guess I could have saved myself that $14.99 on the plush kitty bed.

Perhaps he would prefer my other purchases.  I’m sure he could get great use out of my new flat iron.

Scarlett prefers the darn bag that the bed came home in.

I don’t know why I even bother.

Y’all be good,

Sugarlump