Proceed quietly, please.
Mustn’t disturb Brody while he’s in his brodiño.
What is a “brodiño,” you ask?
It’s a word I made up that means “cat blanket cave.”
One day, while humming a old Mexican tune, I spotted Brody in his encasement and the word just popped out of my mouth.
(Around our house, cat-related [non] words are added to our vocabulary on a regular basis.)
We have found that Brody LOVES being under cover. He’ll tunnel his way into the folds of his favorite mangy blanket and stay there for hours at a time.
While in his brodiño, Brody likes to purr and knead and ponder the meaning of life.
Pretty soon though, it will be too warm for a cat blanket cave.
Honestly, I am more than ready to rid our den of this eyesore of a blank—
“Ok, that’s enough! You’ve lingered too long. Go find your own brodiño and leave me in peace!”
Well, you heard him.