A cat friend, her name is Kate, is purring in a felt hole. A hole? No, says Kate’s boss, no. It’s a cave. This is the Cat Cave. That changes things immediately. Say ‘cat cave’ and I think bat cave. With Kate as cat woman.
Of course I give my tomcat that Cat Cave. And myself too, it will look nice when he’s in it, actually he already looks a bit like a bat. batman. batcat.
I search online, and now it becomes perfect, because the Cat Cave is imported by a fair trade shop: Scarf with story in Middelburg. Thai women make it by hand. I order one, I support the Thai women. I pet my hangover. Hold on boy, you’ll be happy soon. And I.
The Cat Cave arrives. Not in such an environmentally unfriendly large box, but per flat package. I’ll take it out. Heavy felt, smooth and soft. A thick white felt mouse is included, extra for the cat.
I’ll put down the Cat Cave. Nice thing, it looks nice. There’s my hangover. He stares at the cave. Sticks his head in. Fish out the mouse. He is already a success, he throws it across the room and throws it down the stairs.
Now he is tired, he goes to sleep – in the cardboard box in which the kibble was delivered. He doesn’t understand yet that a lovely soft nest is waiting for him. Does not matter. Will come.
We are now days further. My cat doesn’t get it. He put his head in the cave. And took it out again. That was it.
The Cat Cave? Kate gets that. Then she no longer has to chase her brother out. Because they fight for it.