We successfully put the pet bed heater in Oliver’s little house and we bought him the extra-large dog house that Doc is now calling his “mansion.” Ultimately the little house will rotate 90 degrees and move into the mansion, which¬† will keep his food under cover when the weather gets bad.

He didn’t mind the heater in his little house at all this time; we put it in Friday night (so I could supervise on Saturday) and he was in there Saturday morning. He didn’t move until nine o’clock–a good hour and a half past when he usually wakes up.

I am so delighted that Oliver is warm that I don’t even mind that the back deck now looks like a kitty tent city. Moral: it’s a short, slippery slope to cat lady-dom.