The platter was small. The ceramic was hard and unbalanced. But my friend, Mackie, knew this bowl would make a perfect nest.
Who cared if it was hard? He has enough fur to line it himself. Who cared if it was tippy? A mere walk in the park for a determined cat with four sure feet and a balancing, furry tail.
Sometimes the nest adapts to us, and sometimes we adapt to the nest!
~Let’s begin by taking a smallish nap or two.~