God forbid they should sleep in one of the many condos, beds, faux furs or houses that I paid a fortune for. That would be no good. Instead, let's sleep under the cat scratcher, under the wine cabinet, upside down on a sofa pillow and on the purple sofa where none of the Fur Posse is allowed to go. Brat cats. :p And now I'm wonderin' where the rest of them are hiding out.
Blessings,
Mary