The Cat Owns You – You Don’t Own the Cat

We want to move.

First we have to sell this house.

That involves a lot of cleaning, sorting, and throwing stuff away.

Since my studio is one of the first rooms I sorted through, I thought I’d do another post about it.  Yeah, again.

So I set up my massage table today for the first time in weeks.  Okay, more like months.  Things have just been too hectic lately for me to have any in-home clients.

Looks inviting, doesn’t it?

Good thing massage tables are meant to covered with crisp sheets and comfy blankets.

Because despite my best efforts to keep the table protected when it was folded and not in use, it has been abused by certain household members. I’m not going to name names, but I will tell you this much: They are of the feline persuasion. And they are pictured below.

They have been using my table as a scratching post.  More like a poking pad judging by these teeny tiny holes.

Grrrr! This greatly reduces the life of the table.

It could also greatly reduce the life of the cats.

 

I’ll tell you what.  The ONLY reason these cats haven’t been tossed out the door is because they are good mousers.  Well, one is a good mouser. 

The other one is just cute. 

It’s all she has going for her, really.