Serving kittens

Our new Ocicat kittens have thin coats and get cold easily. At night they sleep in our bed, under the covers. There's no better feeling that falling asleep with a warm purring kitten against your stomach. In the daytime, though, while we are at work, they get cold. We've given them a small electric blanket on the platform of their climbing structure, but it's clearly not warm enough.

The other evening, I came home to find Lily, the brains of the kitten operation around here, in a cast-iron skillet I had left on the stove to dry. Our antique O'Keefe-Merritt stove has pilot lights that keep the stove top warm even when it's not on.

I thought it was a brilliant idea, and so I helped them out a little. The next day I left out two skillets and lined them each with a soft towel.

It was a hit. But Husband had this silly idea that one of the towels would come in contact with the pilot and burn down the house.

So he went out the next day and bought them what we have dubbed The Apartment. He has installed heating in the downstairs, and sun hits the lanai (the middle) nicely in late morning.

But still, sometimes there's no keeping a good idea down. I came home yesterday to this:

Don't tell Husband, but when we leave for the mountains tomorrow, I'm going to leave out two skillets (without towels, probably). Because our kittens like to be served.