My one has her moments. As a rescue, I don't think she even had a bed, let alone toys, and I'm her third owner; I think she'd been either locked in or locked out, and was scared a lot, didn't know what love and affection were like. Anyway, I got her one bed, she wouldn't use it, and it ended up in a charity shop, then I got her this lovely bed, black and white patterned, like cow patterned, she stuck one paw in it... and rejected it straightaway. I ended up giving it away to a neighbour who welcomed it for his own kitty, who used it lots, and so far as I know, the bed ended up donated to someone else.
Like Georgie's boat, I know not where the bed has since ended up.