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.