An uneasy truce

I have been out to town this morning and on my return was greeted with the sight of both cats using their Tesco Value beds which I painstakingly crafted with my own hands. They just were not in the correctly assigned ones.

Apparently, Bob had somehow poured himself into the smaller box around mid-morning, whilst a perfectly decent larger box decked out with real fake lambswool, stood vacant next door.

Meg, after watching this affront from her position on the rug for a while, then tentatively made her way to the new box, gently sniffing & inspecting it to see if was fit for her impeccable standards.

That was one and a half hours ago and she is still there fast asleep.

Bob, however, has moved on and is now taken up residence on his other favoured spot atop the settee on his little blanket which. His snoring can be heard in the next room.