I had a number of projects (that sounds so much better than "a bunch of stuff") piled up on the bed in the sewing room.
Fifi chose to nest there and often Homer, her partner in crime as they say, would join her.
I tidied up before last week's annual termite inspection. I think she liked the cluttered bed better.
I am starting to lose count of the number of spreads that bed has carried. I was done with Thomas the Tank Engine, SpongeBob, and even Batman.
I got a lovely vintage pink chenille but it was too delicate to withstand the black catness. The white comforter with pink and green ribbons (matching the sham) was sturdy but easily stained. Finally I put my thin pink childhood blanket on top. That seems to be holding up well.
The queen was not amused by the disarray I made in extricating Homer from under the bed.
No wonder she got Homer to mutiny yesterday. I hope she's satisfied now that things are back together.