Our cat used to sleep exclusively in cardboard boxes.
Like, aggressively. We once bought her an actual bed—she slept next to it in the Amazon box it came in, tape still on. So, naturally, we gave up.
And then. Last summer.
We took her with us to the countryside, where we were helping out on a small, family-run farm. Yes. A bee farm. Don’t ask.
And I swear to you on my best mixing bowl, she had a full spiritual awakening.
She would lie in the sun beside the hives like some kind of honey priestess, sighing deeply around the bees, rolling in the grass like a cat blessed by angels.
We’d never seen her like that.
So for her third birthday (yes, we celebrate it, no, we’re not sorry), my husband had a vague idea:
“What if we got her a honey pot bed?”
I laughed. He didn’t.
He found a craftswoman through one of the groups on here—a woman on the Tedooo app who makes custom handmade pet beds (because of course that exists)—and messaged her with this silly dream.
She replied: “I can do that. Also… would you like me to stitch the seams with dried catnip-infused thread? It helps some pets feel calm.”
I don’t even remember saying yes. I just blacked out from joy.
One month later, it arrived.
A plush, honey-pot-shaped cat bed. With little embroidered drips. And a soft golden “spill” for her head. Y’all.
She. Hasn’t. Left. It.
She moved in. It’s her house now.
She sleeps like she’s guarding a secret recipe.
She watches over it like peak-era Pooh.
And yes, sometimes she hums. I am not joking.
So I just want to say: The world is absolutely bonkers sometimes.
But somewhere out there, a woman hand-sewed a catnip-thread honey pot because a man wanted his cat to feel like she was back on the bee farm.
