When I lived in Houston and adopted my little cat Scaramouche, I had a small metal bookcase. The kitty quite liked it. He would sit on the top shelf (I usually left a towel there) and rest his head on my purse.
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| Kitty in Houston likes his bookshelf with purse pillow. |
Since I moved, a few times, and left the country for a while, that bookcase has been living in my parents' basement. Since moving back to Atlanta I retrieved it. Not the prettiest piece of furniture, sure, but portable. Which is generally higher on my list of furniture priorities anyway. My sweet little Scaramouche kitten remembers it! I initially had my junk in his spot, so he sat below and sulked until I moved things. At which point he promptly moved up a shelf and began purring.
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| All this stuff is in my way. |
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| This is where I belong. Now where is the fluffy towel that used to be here?! |
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