I’ve reclaimed my office from the cat. It’s been three months or longer since the cat took over. Kismet, our smallest, meanest cat, our little Napoleon. So I’ve kicked Napoleon out of my office and cleaned it, reorganized it and now I sit here at my desk once again, having created an inner sanctum of sorts within this little room.
I’ve made three primary spots to lay about: My desk, which is an old formica table from the 40s, and the DO/MORE ergonomic chair of the 50s that I rescued from the neighbor’s trash long ago; a Salvation Army recliner which I am still exploring new and more imaginative ways to remove cat hair from; and the floor before a ruined old wooden desk, good only for its drawers. I’ve spread a tibetan prayer rug on the floor and leaned a black throw pillow against the wall.
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