I walked into the laundry room and wondered why I had left a mound of blue sheets clumped on top of the washer.  “Ah,” I said aloud when pulled at the fabric. 

There was a body inside that clump of sheets buried deep so that you couldn’t even see his head. This is one of Neal’s favorite things, warm clothes, just out of the dryer.  His very favorite is warm towels probably because towels get hotter than regular clothes.
  
I’ll have to wash the sheets again, but who cares.  A friend of mine said recently that she had seen a sign that said: “This house in maintained for the comfort of the cat.”  Yep, that’s our house.

We have a kitty climber/platform in our bedroom, (doesn’t everyone?).  It’s just the perfect home decorator touch, all the rage on Home and Garden Television.  It is one of those carpeted affairs.  It has a carpeted square on the floor, two poles sticking up, a carpeted tunnel about a foot off the ground attached to the two poles.  A foot higher is a platform where one or perhaps two (if they got along) cats could lay.  Then another foot and a half higher is the most prized level, a platform for the “High-Kitty.”  Between the top two platforms, there is a rope covered pole and a ball hanging from the highest to the next highest platform.  In short, this is a little piece of kitty heaven.   

Downstairs there are sheets over all the furniture so the cats can snooze anywhere they please.  For the comfort of the cats, we live like we belong in a Gypsy camp. 

Neal has special food for his urinary tract infections.  So, he has his own tray on the bar counter, complete with placemat, dry Eukanuba, wet food (with all the gravy) and fresh, and I mean fresh water.  Neal is a water connoisseur.  If the water is more than a few hours old, he won’t drink it.  If it comes out of the faucet, he won’t drink it.  He has to have water out of the fridge, cold and filtered.  If he doesn’t have this kind of water, he promptly turns over my glass of ice water just to remind me.
 
Even though we have a fairly large house and four screened in porches (screened in I might add because of the cats) they still want to go outside.  Well, actually, it’s that they DEMAND to go outside.  We even went to the expense of having an enormous $5000 cat enclosure built off the back of the house, fifteen feet tall, with no roof so the birds can get in.  Do they use it?  No.  They stand at the front door and look at us like we have lost our minds if we try to get them to go on the back porch and out into the kitty enclosure.  “Kitty enclosures?  What fun is that?  Can’t smell a damn thing in a kitty enclosure.”