It is so cold...

...in Sweden these days, so when you wake up, your cat has been frozen in to a block of ice.



Or not.
Maybe it is just cute cat not letting me make the bed alone, wanting to play in the plastic. Plastic in the bed? - you ask. Well, when you have a cat that for some reason has decided that he wants to pee not only in the box, but sometimes also in your bed, this is the perfect thing you buy (or get for free from your dad). This way, he can pee all he wants, but it will stay on the plastic, ready to be wiped up and cleaned off. Thankfully he doesn't do it so often these days, and thankfully only on the bed, so I don't need to put plastic all over the place.

We saw a piece of, well they called it art at least, when we were at the modern museum in Vienna this summer. It was a bed, with a couple in it (non-human origin, just plastic dolls), with lots and lots of plastic wrapped all around it. Maybe I can sell Cute Cat in plastic to an art gallery? Or at least rent him to one, during the morning hours.