We call this cat bed "The Cozy." It's nice and soft, the perfect size, and it has a pressure-sensitive, low-temperature heating pad that makes it nice and you-know-what. I wouldn't mind spending some time in there myself.
But not Possum:
Let's examine him from a couple more angles, to be sure:
Ow. Very awkward. Martyr.
I don't what he was trying to prove because he wasn't talking this morning. Perhaps he was trying to silently indicate that the cat bed is available for any needy cat we'd care to adopt and bring under his tutelage. But if he's not talking, I have no comment, either. I'd love to have another furry body around here, but cooler heads say it's a very risky (and expensive) idea.
We went out this evening and came home to this: