It's O'dark thirty in the morning, I'm bored. An ancient cat picture. I have lost every cat in this picture.

It started with the bed at the top. My wife brought that bed for Diana as she declined, she never used it, but Tiger (middle) and Missy (top) did. One day I found Zak sitting in it, and totally filling it. "Is this what you think of me?" he said with his eyes, he was very good at that.

So I went out to get another bed. Now Zak at his most slender was a good 16.5 pounds. Beds in that size category are labeled "dog". So we got one. We took it home, placed as seen and he got right in and I swear he did not move for two days.

That bed became the preferred bed and we eventually got three of them, we still have and use them at various spots around the house. Well we have them the cats use them.

Tiger the middle cat was a good 11 pounds. It shows you how BIG my Zak boy was. Yea, I still miss him three years on.

I have an Orange boy again.