This was the crapstack we were given the day we got LLT. This was the home she lived in for most of a year. Her only source of heat, a standard-issue 100 WATT light bulb in a reflector placed on her cage-top, had been left unplugged for a couple months before we received her because her previous owner "didn't want to waste electricity" on her.
This was what she moved into the next day when the stores opened. I still remember the look on her face when I put her in there. She looked from side to side twice, then looked up at me as if to say, "are you kidding? This is a joke right?" Then she promptly found the warm part of the floor and curled up in the hot-hide on the right, where she mostly stayed until she discovered the joy of the warm-moist hide in the middle. She'd never had a moist hide before as far as we know, and now spends nearly all of her time there when she's not out stomping around or hunting.
This is what happens on cleaning day when she gets to be too much of a handful for Mrs. NFB to hold. Mrs. NFB hovers to protect her, and sets her in the container which has a water-warmed towel under it on a plastic plate to keep her heat levels up. The others stare, and rarely if ever make a move towards her. When the kitties try, the pup tends to knock them back.
This is LLT, getting disgusted with me taking pictures and wasting time while her palace is in disarray. She watches me like a hawk when I'm cleaning her enclosure. I think the first few times she was afraid she was losing it as I tore it down. Now I think she's just annoyed that her subject can't hot-swap every piece and be done in thirty seconds rather than ten minutes.
Cats stop cuddling together when they grow up. Or so we keep getting told.
We bought a snow-blower this weekend. Beats the hell out of doing this:
BTW, this is the way we do it in South Dakota. People who aren't pussies don't bother with the gloves and long socks.
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