I like sleeping under the stairs. It's nice and cosy, and I can keep an eye on everything from under the table. Actually, I don't know where the table came from, but it seems to have replaced my cushion, which I now can't find, which disappeared when my kitty condo arrived. Are you still with me? I think my cushion has gone on to greater things.
Anyway, back to under the stairs. One minute I'm curled up...
Then it's the turn of the outstretched paw!
I'm a big fat ginger under the stairs cat.