Every once in a while, it’s hard to figure out where the cat has decided to tuck himself in for a nap. Recently I made the rounds of the house, including sticking my head into M’s room, and didn’t see him.
On round 2 through the house, I finally found him. He had crawled all the way into the sleeping bag (note the small cat-sized lump.) That’s one good way to spend a chilly winter evening!
Other times, of course, he is much easier to find. Fortunately M is OK with the idea that he and the cat have joint custody of a cot, a sleeping bag, a bed, and pajamas.