The Private Members Only Cat Club, sometimes erroneously referred to as the front porch, offers adequate overnight accommodations in the spring, summer and early fall.
In the late fall and winter, the discerning Lion prefers to bed down atop a basket of fresh laundry in the Feline Penthouse, sometimes erroneously referred to as what should be the master bedroom but for the Cats.
Nothing beats a fire on a chilly night.
Right, Papa Cosmo?
Right, Little Xena. Fires are the best!
–Cosmo and Xena
Neighbor’s Porch + Cardboard Box + Heating Pad + Towel = Winter Palace
I’ll be home in the spring.
You weren’t planning on wearing this sweater today were you, Human Mommy?
Good, I didn’t think so.
You have again turned down the outdoor thermostat, Human Mommy?
I am going to ignore you now, more pointedly than usual.
The Humans have not yet repaired the outdoor thermostat.
Send blankets, lots and lots of blankets.
On a cold winter morning…
…find yourself a fine ray of sunshine.
Let me out!
What do you mean it’s below freezing outside?
Didn’t you turn up the outdoor thermostat like I told to you to?!
It is cold, Human Mommy! Why are you unplugging my space heater?!
You’re leaving for work, you’ve set the thermostat to 68 degrees, and the space heater is a hazard unattended, you say.
It’s on you if you come home to a Catsicle.