Gus, although he doesn't know it, lives the life of the rich and famous. According to my husband, who really is funny but don't tell him it goes to his head, he's a million dollar cat. Most of the lifestyle he enjoys has been provided by my niece, yes, the same one that convinced us to get him.
She's the one that bought his monstrous 7 ft tall cat tree.
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Socks and Gus in tree
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Yesterday, she told me to come over because she bought him a cat bed. Before I show you the cuteness, one thing about Gus is he loves his comfort. This is strange to me. Jinx always loved hard, cold surfaces. He'd ignore a cushion for the tile floor. Raz liked a lap. Even if a cushion was available, he'd be on your lap. Gus loves pillow and blankies. I keep a soft fuzzy blue blanky on the couch for him.
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Gus on his blue blanky
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He loves to get on my couch pillows especially if there is a fuzzy blanket over them. The problem is, they keep getting moved around. This makes him sad.
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Gus on blanky over couch pillow
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Don't get me wrong, he loves to be held, and sometimes that's what he wants, but when he wants to crash, he likes his royal arse on a plump, purple cushion. Thus, the lovely watermelon bed. I kid you not. She bought him a watermelon.
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| Ready for a nap |
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| How dare you take my picture |
He loves it. He's sleeping the afternoon away right now inside of a watermelon. Oy.
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