2.06.2013

For today.....

....the living room is complete..... for today.

If you have followed me on my adventures, you may remember the beginning of
 the living room re-fluff.  

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

Industrial shelving was added and we raided her private inventory that previously had no where to go. We don't live in a house of castle size proportions, but she probably has enough collections and curiosities to fill at least a small castle. 
Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

Adding shelves allowed her to dust cat fur off a few things and put them back into the light of day where they can be chewed on admired.

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

Acquiring collections is easy enough when you're in this business of junk
 for more than a few years. 
Acquiring a castle to display all of them in? Not so easily done.

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

So where was I....oh yes, small castles filled with creepy old things.  
And new furnishings.  

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

Late last year, was it October? Or maybe September?  The other sofa needed to go! It was decided to get a white slip covered sofa. And it was instant love for her. In love with a sofa?!?  Yes, it's true.  The reason?  That cover can be washed and washed and washed!  With older and special needs cats, this becomes VERY important.  She's in love.  With the sofa.

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

Still though a decision on what to do regarding a chair for Dad. The issue had become finding the chair that was "just right".  They looked and looked.  And they did find chairs.....that were too low, too firm, too small, the wrong color fabric, cat-fur-attracting fabric, and the worst - those with recliner capabilities that are sure to crush a cat if one is not paying attention....months and months, no chair.

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

During this time of indecision Dad had to sit on the sofa to watch the picture box.  However, after much discomfort and a sore butt Dad decided that as long as the sofa stayed where it was, facing the picture box, he could survive the sofa.  And after a time, he realized it was not the end of life as he knew it. 

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

She is not without compassion though, so to sweeten the deal, she proposed an ottoman. Ah yes, her wily ways worked on him. (She claims it was charm, not wiliness.)  So four weeks ago, an ottoman was purchased.  

And yes, a chair. 

Times two.  

And now after the final decision, and an additional short three week wait, the slip covers for the chairs arrived....

As I sit here and admire the recent artwork addition, I realilze something.  I'm not proficient at math but I don't really understand how one ottoman became....

..... one ottoman.....AND two chairs.... AND extra slip covers.  

But do you really think I'm going to point that out to Dad?! 

Nope, not one single meow from me.

Why?

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

I've been seduced by her wily ways too.  

Guilty. 

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But happy with my new official position (wink). 

And besides cats shouldn't be able to count anyway, right?!

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

I know it's hard to believe that the living room is finally done.  Months and months of indecision.  But for today, it is done! And we are quite happy thank you very much.....especially Coltrane who can finally sleep on a sofa that isn't constantly be moved around..... well, at least for the rest of today.

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat