This is the real fireplace; it has real flames, and a blower built in that spits our warm air, kind of like the warm air blowing thingies that are in the ceiling. This is TONS better than that fake fire thingy. It gets a lot hotter and makes the whole room nice and toasty...and as you can see, the Woman put my Gizzy quilt on my bed and set it right here the warm airs hits, so I'm all set for winter now.
Oh, and I am not playing here. I am self-medicating.
There's a difference.
And ignore those clothes holder thingies...the Younger Human has some laundry to pick up, but until he comes to get it, Buddah and I are lounging on it so that he takes home a lot of Max and Buddah fur for Butters the Dog to smell.
We're considerate that way.
I do enjoy that spiffy rug I'm lounging on while I nip out. The people put it down the other day and it stinks a little, but it's a lot nicer to roll around on than the floor. It's nice when they finally do something right.