A few weeks ago, a little cane sofa materialised in our street. A neighbour transferring an endless stream of small people from car to house, explained that it was available. She and her tribe helped me carry it into our front garden. I dragged it into the house, praying it would fit in the bay window of our living room. It was perfect! I just had to give it a bit of a clean with sugar soap and trim the stray lose weave while the cats clambered on The Awesome New Thing.
This morning the bespokely made seat pad from Cushion Zone arrived (any company run by a giant ginger cat called Horace has me at Hello).
The best part is that Badger until now, has happily splayed her furry magnificence on any available floor, bed or chair but will not sit on, or close to my lap. However, on the loveseat, she metamorphs into a snuggly lapcat.
Its as though the thing is magic.