Romeo and Juliet. King Edward VIII and Wallis Simpson. Tony and Maria. Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford in The Way We Were (if it had the ending it should have had). So many great love stories. Epic, timeless, romantic. And now, love has blossomed again, right before my very eyes.
Our quiet, unassuming cat Helen is carrying on a fiery love affair. No, not with another cat. Helen is in love with her fleece lined bed. I mean head-over-heels, breathless in love.
It started innocently enough, with a fleece pullover I wear around the house when it’s chilly. Of course with my hot flashes I frequently have to pull the thing off for a few minutes. The first time I left it unattended I came back to find Helen lovingly wrapped in its arms. It was all I could do to wrench it away from her. Then she started eyeballing it even as I was still wearing it. If I left it out and turned my back for even a moment, Helen was all over it.
We finally decided to just buy Helen a fleece lined bed. Now, I’ve never had a cat who would even think about settling into an, ugh, pet bed. I mean, those are for pets, not full-fledged citizens like cats. And every conceivable surface in the house is in fact a cat bed. But this was different. Helen fell in love with her bed immediately, and she fell hard.
Helen enjoying a quiet moment in the blissful embrace of her bed
Helen moves from her bed for only a few reasons:
- Food; she definitely gets up for treats and dinner
- Litter pan breaks
- To chase away any other cat who dares approach the sofa because naturally that’s where we keep her bed (what, you thought it was on the floor?)
Other than that, she stays happily ensconced in its warm embrace. None of the other cats are foolish enough to even try to set paw in there on the rare occasions when it is not occupied. They sniff at it, maybe put one tentative paw in there, but no one is crazy enough to climb all the way in.
We were happy that Helen was happy but then she started, well, making out with her bed. Grooming it lovingly. I guess in addition to hair balls we can now look forward to Helen barfing up fleece balls.
So naturally we captured a few moments of Helen blissfully licking her bed. Kitty Porn, so please, this is for adults only!
Hell, I wouldn’t leave either.
Kitttiiiieeeeees!!!!
I know, how is it that cats never have insomnia? I love that you love all things feline!
Uck! It was all I could do not to gag watching Helen’s sticky tongue lovingly caress her dry, fleece lined, cat-slobbery bed. She is cute though.
Hey, I warned you it was graphic!
Your story could have been about my Jake except for the sofa part. He prefers his bed on the carpeting in front of the heating register (he’s old for heaven’s sakes!). However, other than drooling on it when he sleeps (do all men do that?) he hasn’t engaged in any risky behavior with it. He will occasionally share it with another cat (really? who wants to sleep in a drooled cat bed?). He does not like when I wash it because…well…I wash the goodness out of it and he has to redrool it. Helen looks like a very happy, content cat. I love that she sits on the sofa with the lower people-types.
Helen is indeed content, and at 4 years old the Grand Dame of our home. The rest of the cats are only 2 and still stuck in their kittenish ways (Helen is disdainful). I’ve never seen her drool, but she does this really funny thing where she forgets to put her tongue back in her mouth. The little tip of it just kind of hangs out…for a long time…
Ah Helen…claiming her true love as her own. She’s such a romantic!
Yes…that’s one way to describe it!
Maybe she thinks she is human and that’s her bed!
Sh thinks she’s better than a human. She’s a cat!