We might have been fooled once by the stinky smells of oyster shells, but we live by the motto never repeat mistakes (mostly).
During our walk yesterday, we passed the pile of oyster shells in the recycling bin. A certain cat was sitting on top of those shells claiming the entire stack as his own personal catdom.
Hu-Dad claims the cat has been there before, but we know better than that. No way would we miss something as obvious as a cat sitting on top of a pile of oyster shells, right?