Sir Ryder's Bed

For years, Ryder slept in our bedroom in a basket that seemed too small for him. When he was my mother-in-law's cat, we used two identical baskets to pack her meals in and then to pick up the dirty dishes. When she passed away, the baskets sat idle until one day we found Ryder in one of them. I added a piece of sheepskin and he claimed the basket as his. About four years later, I decided he need a new piece of sheepskin. He never got in the basket again. Don't mess with the castles of royalty.