We bought Linney the new cave because I was worried that his igloo was a bit small for him.
Unfortunately, the cave is plenty big enough, to the extent that we can't tell if he's inside or not.
It means peering in, and we're both a bit old and arthritic. And when we go to bed, the lights are dim, so it's hard to see if he's asleep at the back of it.
Me: Is that cat outside or did you let him in?
Mr. SB: Can't remember.
Me: Well it's all right for you. You're in bed. How am I meant to see if he's in his house?
Mr SB: Kneel down.
Me: Don't be ridiculous.
Mr SB: If he's still outside he'll miaow to come back in when he wants to.
Me: Yes, after I've got into bed.
Mr SB: Well you can get out again.
Me: Huh.
Mr SB: Try lifting the cave up. It'll be heavy if he's inside.
Me: But that'll disturb him, and he'll run out.
Mr SB: So he can run back in when he's ready.
Me: Aw. Poor Linney.
Mr SB: I told you not to get that thing. At least we could see him in the other one.
etc etc etc etc etc.