I’ve seen Cat Balls on other blogger’s sites, with happy kitties snuggled contentedly inside. Imagine a beach ball made from soft washable cloth, with a large hole on one end and a smaller one on the other. Perfect for cats who love to hide in boxes and under beds. Exactly the kind of thing that cats who enjoy running through tunnels would instantly love.
Besides, there was one on the website made of fabric that matched my family room.
So I bought it. Last August.
It came folded up and tied with a matching fabric strip. The more curious inhabitants of my house came to investigate.
While Elsa Clair watched from on high, Calvin decided the Cat Ball required close inspection.
Athena, the Official New Item Inspector came by to give the new item the requisite once over.
Calvin walked in and out a few times. He seemed to pronounce it acceptable.
And that was it.
After those first few moments, the Cat Ball remained unoccupied. Elsa Clair sniffed it a few times. Athena ignored it. Calvin forgot about it. Dawn refused to acknowledge it’s existence.
Weeks went by. The Cat Ball remained vacant.
Months passed. The ball seemed forsaken and deflated.
I thought maybe it didn’t smell right, so I washed it. The absence of cat in the Cat Ball continued.
I put it on the floor. Still empty.
On the couch. Sometimes Athena would lay near it.
On the Bird Watching Bench. Calvin walked around it
I flattened it, thinking Athena Who Sleeps On Everything would claim it. Nope.
I moved it into my office where three quarters of the cats tend to hang out when I’m home. The Cat Ball remained uninhabited.
During the winter, I noticed Elsa Clair warming herself by the heating vent in my bedroom. I moved the ball in front of it, angling it so the heat would flow inside. Once or twice I saw Elsa Clair within, but only briefly. I could never be sure she actually slept in it.
Like a rolling stone, the Cat Ball gathered no moss, as I moved it from place to place within my home, hoping my investment in cat comfort would eventually pay off.
Then, one night a few weeks ago (and nearly a year after I bought it), I set the Cat Ball down next to a cat bed — a cat bed that had , over the course of two years, been in and out of favor with our kitties for no discernable reasons. The bed had also become somewhat of a vagabond, as I moved it around when it became unfashionable, hoping to attract some interest. Apparently a cardboard box, a lumpy keyboard, the New York Times and my backpack are all much more appealing than a soft furry bed designed specifically for cats.
The next morning, I found Elsa Clair inside the ball. Asleep with a feline grin on her furry little face.
She’s been there nearly every night since. In the Cat Ball, next to an unoccupied cat bed.
Even Calvin finds the Cat Ball acceptable now.
Cats. I don’t understand ‘em. I just live with ‘em.
And love ‘em.
Do your pets have favorite beds, or ones you can tell they don’t like?
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