CAT HOUSE
Be it ever so humble...

That's the south end of a mostly northbound cat snoozing in her much-too-small abode in our Florida camper.  I think Sue may have bought this gizmo while Daisy Mae (her cat) had most of her growth to adulthood remaining.

But, as you can plainly see, it doesn't really matter.  In fact, the cat never once even got into this warm and fuzzy thing for a year or so until, one day, Sue offered this warm and fuzzy thing to a friend (and cat owner without a warm and fuzzy thing).

Whereupon, Daisy Mae promptly zipped into the cavernous opening and refused to come out until the visitor was long gone.

Not sure the building inspector would approve this 19 cubic-centimeter space as a suitable dwelling for Sue's cat but we keep it hidden anytime the inspector appears to be in the neighborhood.

Don't want any lawsuits from a bleeding cat-house inspector who tries to condem Daisy Mae's obviously comfy digs.