Most photos of the cats are taken on the bed in the man cave. Usually it is in a sorry state due to all the shifting around, clawing, and kneading. Why so many blankets? Well, that’s the way they like it. They prefer a lot of padding, especially the two old guys. As I am typing this, Jasper came in, jumped up on the bed, and then walked over each section until he decided on the green/blue comforter. He’s already drifting off to sleep. Sneakers is under the bed, sawing logs. Once Arya finishes her morning shredding of songbirds or whatever it is she’s up to outside, she’ll crash with them. And by then the bed will be in ruins.
But it could be worse. Someone in the house thrashes about in bed like a fish on a hook, throwing off blankets and opening windows. I think I’ll ignore that mess for a while.