The perversity of pussy cats

I have, of late, become rather fed up with Daisy sleeping (and subsequently shedding hair) all over stuff - my clean clothes, my sheet under the duvet, the 'guest' pillows in the bottom of the wardrobe, etc., etc., so I decided to buy her a proper cat bed. One of those igloo type that she could snuggle into..
Unfortunately, I started looking for one whilst G was with me and the only one we found in that shop was in rather poor taste and expensive. G didn't think Daisy would worry about the poor taste and he loves expensive so decided it was just what she needed for the long winter months so, in a trice, we were heading towards the checkout with this.

 I did ask the sales lady if we could return it if it wasn't used - she responded with a rather non-committal,  'the trouble with cats is that it takes them a long time to get used to anything new'

Nice and cosy away from drafts and accidental dog paws

This is, of course, Daisy that we are talking about and she loves new things. For example, these cushions are new and I was putting them on the table until the dogs had dried off; only I got distracted.

 She stayed on this cushion (did I mention that it was new) all evening, all night and most of the following morning, despite my moving the new cat bed to all her favourite places.

In the end I confiscated the new cushions and hid them under a blanket on our bed; putting the new cat bed up the top corner in one of her most favourite spots. Could she get any further away from it without falling off the bed?

Anyone want to swap a cat bed, as new, only one previous lady owner for a bag of dog food?

Second thoughts, anyone want to swap a cat for....well......just about anything really?

PS I think the lady in the pet shop needs re-training