When we are away for a few nights I make a nest on our bed for the cats, it's just made out of pillows underneath the covers so that they've got a little nook to curl up in that smells like us. Not that I think the cats themselves are sentimental, but they do like a certain reliable routineness to their surroundings.
We got back from Philladelphia last night and it was obvious that the cats had been sleeping in the nest I made them. And yes, ok FINE, I did think that was very sweet so when I got up this morning I did put it back together and Nancy immediately curled up in it. Edith meanwhile spent her morning following me around the house (I booked an extra day off because I wasn't sure how late we'd be getting home, or how Eva was going to like flying this time).
Then I noticed I no longer had a floofy grey shadow, and went upstairs to discover both cats curled up on the bed. You can tell by the look on Nancy's face that she is only doing this because it's cold here today.
Of course the minute she heard the camera Edith started posing and flirting with the lens, and she looks gorgeous - But Nancy looks super gormless in those particular shots, so I stuck with the ones where she merely looks annoyed to have been caught in this position.