It got to be 52 degrees today and some of the rugged outside cats were nested between the bushes and the back of the house after some great meals. Some flopped in the comfy beds in the garage. House cats with full bellies? Well, they "nest up" for an afternoon sleep as well.
The momcat Mister Mittens nested in my old disgusting bed:
Her son Trouble gathered up stuff to flop on the love seat in the living room:
And Shiloh the "Sweet Babycakes" was into her "bluey thingy" upon the wife's bed and was set with great happiness:
