That heated mattress pad is paying for itself in blissed-out cat pictures.
Because my condo has a lot of tall, elderly windows, I get great natural light year round but also it takes a lot of energy to heat the whole place in winter. To save power and actually create somewhere consistently warm, I've taken to setting the thermostat low, closing the bedroom door most of the way, and running a space heater during the day. My home office is in the bedroom so it's where I spend most of every workday in any case, I don't have to constantly bundle up in my own home, and it has materially lowered my heating costs.
I do need to eat, of course, so a couple of times a day I go out into the colder condo for a snack or a meal. Bear in mind it's not like the place is subzero, I keep it livable, but it's definitely much colder and the cats are aware of that. Polk refuses to leave the warm bed, but Dearborn has now taken to escorting me whenever I leave the bedroom. She follows me and watches me while use the bathroom or while I eat in the kitchen, and if I'm not actively eating she starts trying to herd me back into the bedroom. It's extremely sweet, but she is a tiny cat and can't put a sweater or socks on, so her most effective tool is my guilt that she is also cold and is bravely suffering in order to make sure I don't freeze to death while I'm reheating a bowl of pasta.
Oh fuck, they're taking it in shifts.
Dearborn always comes with me during the day when Polk refuses to leave the heated bed, but I just realized that if it's after dark and I'm in the kitchen, Polk is actively monitoring the situation.
These little punks think I can't be left unsupervised when I leave the Warm Box like the fool I am. They've got a rota.
