It had to be smelled thoroughly all over. Humans get a bit rattled by this. "How rude!" they protest, especially when it's their clothes that are being sniffed so closely.
And then the competition started. Scooter claimed it first.
There was a bit of paw-swiping to repel boarders...
But the boarder persisted...
and won the day.
Despite a smack on the rear as he did so.
"Mine now!" says Hamish.
Her Majesty dislikes presumption. "Out, now, lowly serf!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, at once, Your Majesty."
The Royal Seal of Approval was given.
And now, some hours later, who is inside the splendid new bed? Yes, that's right. No one. Cats wouldn't want to appear easily pleased, now, would they?
Your letter with thank-you pawprints may take a while to arrive, Lesley, so I'll say thank you on their behalf.