Kitties, this is my comfy beddie that I had. I still have it of course because here I am in it. But I horked in it so mom took it up and washed it. Meanwhile, while it dried mom bought me that big black one you have seen occasionally that I can't be seen in as it and I match. Seriously. It's bigger than my oatmeal colored one because it's made for a *whispers* woofie.
Mom hauled out my oatmeal colored one again as it is so padded and comfy, and she put it under the end table where the heaty vent is so I can be comfy toasting my sides.
I must have, well, sorta grown since the horking event that made mom have to wash it because look what happened. I fell out! How embarrassing.