I have this laundry basket. I bought it many years ago when the felines who resided in my home were elderly, sedate cats who had no need to strope their claws into razor sharp points.
So I bought a wicker-type basket. It was cute and a good size and cheap at Bed, Bath and Beyond.
Times change as they must and if Thor liked to occasionally sink a claw or two into the soft weave of the fiber, well, that's what cats do and I'm not going to freak out about a few puncture wounds in a cheap basket.
Then, yesterday evening, I found Loki staring intently at the basket. "Loki," I asked him, "what's going on?"
"Ummm," Loki replied, nervously licking a paw, "nothing. I'm going under the bed now. Kthnxbai."
And lo and behold once Loki's giant head was gone:
"What are you doing?"
"Sleeping on your laundry."
"Please remove yourself, at once."
"I never get to have any fun!"