For as long as I can remember, Lily's "spot" has always been an old Priority Mail box on my desk:
It was just the right size for her, easy to replace when it got grungy, and I could move it around the house with me to keep her out of my hair while I was crafting.
Lily is a small cat - just under 9 pounds. Her sister Tonks, on the other hand, is twice that at 16 pounds, and had no chance of fitting in Lily's box.
This is a clear case of "square hole, round giant blobby cat."
Tonks has worshipped Lily since she was a kitten, though, and so dutifully follows Lily - and her box - where ever they go.
Then one day I witnessed the impossible: TONKS GOT IN LILY'S BOX.
I think you need the overhead view to fully appreciate this feat:
I can only imagine this was the culmination of Tonks' entire life's ambition, right there.
Ah, but I said this was a tragic tale, remember?
Well, the box was always an eyesore, so the other week I finally got Lily an upgrade:
I think she approves.
And it matches her eyes.
Of course, this box is even smaller than the old Priority Mail one.
The same day I made the swap, I looked over from my keyboard and saw this:
Tonks was just sitting there. Staring.
Now, I'm pretty shameless when it comes to playing favorites, since Lily is clearly the superior cat in every way, but even I felt my heart crack a little.
So I got Tonks a towel and a crinkly plastic bag:
But it wasn't the same.
Then I let her try on the tiny Stay Puft hat a reader just made me:
But I'm pretty sure she did NOT approve.
Anyway, in the end I think Tonks has made peace with the situation.
...because even when I tried putting a big box on the floor for her, Tonks preferred staying next to Lily.
It's a love story for the ages.
Or maybe more of stalker story, but they're cats, so whatever.
And I think we're all good.
[backs away slowly]
Now one more of DAT FACE:
It's OK. You can love Lily more. AS YOU SHOULD. ;)