I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
Yeah, it's a crap picture, but you get the general idea. Old, solid wood, tall enough so that when the cats jump up on it (ergo the pet bed and towels on top) they can look out the window. What more could you ask for, for seventy bucks?
My Lord, that's incredible. A gorgeous piece of furniture....with the original drawer pulls! Hope none of the kitties look at it and see a Giant Scratching Post.
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My Lord, that's incredible. A gorgeous piece of furniture....with the original drawer pulls! Hope none of the kitties look at it and see a Giant Scratching Post.
Isn't it pretty? I love old furniture.
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