Any piece of cloth on a raised surface is a cat bed.

A kitchen towel on the kitchen table. A half-knitted cardigan on a sofa table. A pile of snow pants in a basket in the hall. A basket of newly folded t-shirts, or a pile of unwashed sheets in the laundry room.

It doesn’t even need to be cloth – even a newspaper will do, in a pinch.

Anything, that is, except an actual cat bed. I bought one for Nysse before we got him, and he didn’t use it even once. I ended up giving it away to a charity shop.