Last night, while playing with Rudy, I kicked his stuffed otter (which is larger than him) across the room and it landed square in the pet bed that's in front of the heater vent in the living room. This morning, it's cold in the house, and when he heard the heater come on, he strolled over to the bed, planning to do some heater vent lounging. When he got there, he looked confused that the otter was still there, in HIS SPOT. He just stood there for a while looking at it. It seemed like he didn't want to be rude by evicting the otter, but he was also seriously bummed about not getting some heater vent action on this chilly morning. He stood, hoping something would change.
Then, Kitty Lou walked over, right past Rudy, and plopped herself down in the bed, resting her head on the otter's back. Rudy called bullshit on this and squeezed himself in to the tiny bed too, nudging kitty and the otter over just enough to make room. So now, all three of them are crammed in to a bed barely big enough for the cat, loving on the warm air coming from the vent.
That's how we roll in this house, people. You can't stop the cute. Rudy looks thrilled.
Originally posted on pop.vox.com