While Homer and Francine sit in predictable places, like on the furniture, Tiny has a knack for finding unusual spaces for lounging. I'm going to ruin this garage space in a few days when the chair's cushions come back from the upholsterer.
She's sitting on the glass in a picture frame in the box. I put a pillow in it, for protection and comfort, and then she never sat there again.
Frank's old bass case has been sitting in my sewing room for a while, needing some new hardware. It was on top of a precarious pile of stuff so of course she had to nest there a couple days ago. Once morning I heard a scuffle and a crash. In trying to summit Mt. Bass Case, she had tipped over the ironing board. I had left an open box of straight pins on it so they were all over the floor. Ouch! I only stabbed myself a few times picking them up. I dealt with the precarious pile. Then I thought I might as well fix the guitar case but she had claimed it again.
She must hate me messing with her spaces.