Remember the chair I found in a dump this past summer? Trail Guy asked about it and learned it got tossed off a balcony. We looked it over and decided it could be repaired. Then Trail Guy loaded it in the back of the Bot-mobile and brought it home. It has been at the upholsterer’s since July.
Last week it was ready, Trail Guy brought it home, and we put it in the green room.
Next, I need to find a lamp table that looks solid and chunky to go with the chair.
Meanwhile, I can’t uncover it because of Samson. He has been going wild in the plastic, and I think he’d shred the new fabric in a matter of minutes. We don’t leave him in the house alone, but if we aren’t watching him every minute, providing diversion, fighting him off, chasing him around, he is either attacking us or attacking something.
I miss Perkins.
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Samson … my dear boy … scratch box, add catnip (perhaps two or three boxes) … Comfort Zone (don’t use the plug-in which limits location) use the carry around spray … helped calm our extremely nervous Bayou … toys (when inside) to wear him out … neutering …
The “bot-mobile” ha ha ha!!
There are deterrents to cats shredding furniture. Time is one. They don’t like foil. There are sprays you can get, too. And make sure he has an available scratching post. And training with a squirt gun. He’s just going through the “terrible twos” stage and will grow out of it.
In the meantime, that poor black kitty!
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