Top Cat

Monty.

Yes?

That's a stuffed dog.

Yep.

That you sleep on.

Correctamundo.

Carry on.

Sqooshed Sunday

I was sleeping on my XL manly mancat bed when I was SAVAGELY UPROOTED and asked to model this number. I didn't feel like cooperating so I didn't move.



Well, not at first, but dang fleece is comfy!


What do you mean it isn't mine? Oh!
The contest is ready? This is one of the prizes?



Fine. I'm going back to my bed.

MomBean here; please remember that Monty's pushin' 15 pounds of mancatness. The fleece bed is quite squooshy/moveable and Monty can fit fine into it. He was just being sulky.

YOU WOKE ME UP.

Whatever.