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Someone was making fun of the fact that my cat has a heated bed. As a Cornish Rex, she has less hair, and her normal body temp is 2 degrees higher than a normal cat. I think she pretty much hates winter. She spends all her time looking for whatever heat that she can. At my new place there's a vent that blows out of the utility closet. When the heat is on, she lays right in front of it. Once, in a fit of guilt about not heating my apartment to tropical temperatures for her, I bought her this bed. She sits in it so funny sometimes.
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