Cat in the Basket

I am not (nor will I ever be) a cat person.

I've decided that there is only room in my heart to love one cat. RIP my sweet DC.

However, my parents have had a cat for the past four years that resides in a basket. Yes, the cat lives in the basket. It does not leave the basket. Ever. And for that reason alone, I sorta think it's a pretty cool cat.

My sister's little dog decided to chew on a basket one day, and my mom sat it on our dining room table with the intent to throw it in the garbage.

But then our cat, Cammie, decided that the basket belonged to her.

And she has lived in it ever since.

8am- Hey, it's me, Cammie. Sitting in a basket.

9am- If you need me, I'll be in my basket.

12pm- Is it just me or is this basket a little small?

Any normal cat would look at this table with delight. So much stuff to sit on! So much opportunity to be the center of attention!

7pm- No thanks. I'll just stay in the basket.

No, Colby. I haven't forgotten that you're standing there.



10pm- You callin' me a basket case?!

11pm- It has been a long day. I think I'll call it a night.