Cats are weird

By the way our cats behave, you would think that we had no soft surfaces in the house. You would think the couch is made of nails and our beds are covered in broken glass. What else would explain why they so desperately must find other strange but only slightly padded things to lay on?

This is Penny, on the kitchen table laying on a placemat. So desperate.

Here is Domino, laying on an old event program that Mathis pulled off the book shelf and left on the ground. Of all things...

Then later in the afternoon, Penny had knocked the placemat off the table and on to the chair and laid on it there.

Weird, I tell you. Weird.