Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Expanding Territory

Okay, we're really back this time. And I promised photos, so here you go...

Not terribly long ago, The Amazing Husbandini decided to move his home office out of one of the spare bedrooms and down into the basement. Much shuffling of stuff ensued, and we ended up with an empty room upstairs. This room has a very large west-facing window and the doorway faces the hall with a good view of the master bedroom door and the top of the stairs. Little Grey Kitteh loved it and immediately adopted the room as part of "his" territory.

Now, I had plans for this room. All my sewing stuff had been gathering dust (and occasionally, kitty pee) down in the basement since we moved in, and I decided that this newly-vacant space would be perfect for a sewing room. But the more we worked on cleaning and painting and sprucing up what had been a pretty shabby space (seriously, I don't think it had been painted in about 30 years and it had some horrible drywall patching going on), LGK was making himself more and more at home in there. After a few afternoons of sunbeam-basking, it was obvious that whatever we did with the room was going to have to be cat-friendly.

First came the spare Drinkwell fountain. Then came a new kitty tree. Then came the cushy kitty bed. And is there really any point in mentioning the assortment of toys?

Melted Kitteh


LGK, surrounded by tribute (note the empty fishy pudding plates)


There were some additions that weren't so readily taken to:

I'm not sure about this. So I think I'll lurk behind it for a while. And is pink really my best color?

There were some that needed no instruction or getting used to:

"Zzzzzzzz .... huh? Oh, it's you."

And then, there were additions that had nothing whatsoever to do with LGK. Additions that were, in fact, solely for my benefit. But, in the spirit of compromise, LGK jumped right in and let it be known that he was willing to accept anything else that I might put in the room:

Photo taken .08 seconds after I put that freshly-laundered pair of jeans on the sewing table. Anything cushy, sitting in a sunbeam, must belong to a cat.

So, as you can see, LGK has adapted very nicely to being an upstairs-only cat.