I am usually a fan of repurposed beds/comfort objects for animals, which makes me sound all green, which I am, but mostly it's that I'm a cheap bastard. No way am I shelling out $30 of my hard-earned money for a dog bed when Poppy and Bumpus are destructive fucks and will chew it up anyway; discarded hotel sheets are just fine, allow them to nest and chew to their hearts' content, and can be washed with bleach as needed.
Today, though, when I saw this cat bed at PetSmart, where Hotter and I were buying Clementine some crickets after I got home from work, I knew immediately that Skeeter needed it:
Figure One: Skeeter has a deep and abiding love for this particular type of fabric. I guess it feels good against his bare skin? There were manlier-looking ones in brown, but those were corduroy-textured, which totally defeated the purpose. He is SO HAPPY!