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The perils of cat ownership:
- The cats claw at the couch, despite all attempts at training.
- Being the sort of person who cares about the aesthetics of my living space, Instead of buying a new couch or re-upholstering the couch, I buy a slipcover, realizing that buying ANY new couch while I have these cats will result in the same clawed-up appearance.
- The cats claw up the slipcover.
- Realizing that any new slipcover will also wind up ripped to shreds, I spend a half-hour sitting in the sun darning the blasted slipcover. There are now pulled threads and obvious lines of darning, but no holes.
Darned slipcovers. On my couches. And the cats are across the room, sunbathing, and occasionally looking up at me all like "what? what's your problem?" before rolling over and sunning the other side of their bellies.
It's a good thing they're adorable and cuddly, 'cause man, their sense of self-preservation ain't high right now...
- The cats claw at the couch, despite all attempts at training.
- Being the sort of person who cares about the aesthetics of my living space, Instead of buying a new couch or re-upholstering the couch, I buy a slipcover, realizing that buying ANY new couch while I have these cats will result in the same clawed-up appearance.
- The cats claw up the slipcover.
- Realizing that any new slipcover will also wind up ripped to shreds, I spend a half-hour sitting in the sun darning the blasted slipcover. There are now pulled threads and obvious lines of darning, but no holes.
Darned slipcovers. On my couches. And the cats are across the room, sunbathing, and occasionally looking up at me all like "what? what's your problem?" before rolling over and sunning the other side of their bellies.
It's a good thing they're adorable and cuddly, 'cause man, their sense of self-preservation ain't high right now...