We have one cat who sleeps in the bathroom closet behind the towels.
We have another who sleeps in the most recent Chewy box.
Occasionally they'll use two of the three cat beds we have, but only if the sun's on them and they're not allowed on our laps/shoulders/chests/heads at the time.
They never use the third, so we use it as a home base for the cat toys.
The Third Cat Bed
One upon a time, we had six cats. And all they started going insane, wanting to go through the floorboards of our single-story house. And eventually we figured out why, as we could hear a cat mewling from our crawlspace.
We had an animal trap (for TNR purposes) and so set it at the access door with a can of sardines. When we caught her, she was barely the size of my palm. She was too young to fix (and I think for shots, too; it's been years). So we tried to move her to the barn (that failed) and fed her regularly, and she'd keep me company when I went out to smoke. She would sleep in the huge flowerpot on our porch.
Over time, we called "Whining Bastard" (before we saw her), "Wittle Baby," and other sorts of nicknames using "W" and "B" words. Her name at the vet's office: "WB" pronounced "wub."
She was part longhair, part tuxedo, and probably part Maine Coon. Though we didn't know that part until later.
Eventually, we brought her inside with the others. She was one of the only cats we've ever had who preferred manufactured beds, and we ended up buying her one special for her because she wore the others out. We also bought some steps for her so that she could climb up onto beds and furniture when she wanted.
She passed in early '24, almost 15 years old. And since then, none of the others—not even the one who never met her—will touch that bed. So now we use it to keep cat toys so they can "find new ones" every so often.
