Let me show you something…
That’s a picture of my “desk.” A folding table pulled up to the edge of our bed. So when I point to the bed and tell company “This is where the magic happens.” what I mean is my intellectual magic. Unless, of course, Netflix has sent us a movie. Then my computer ends up on the bed and my “desk” becomes an eating-in-front-of-the-tv table. My computer becomes “that warm thing” the cats curl up around on the bed.
Speaking of the cats, that reminds me…
This is a mostly empty corner of the livingroom allotted for the sole purpose of an old cat bed.
This is where the cats choose to sleep:
Two prefers the ottoman. Two has also gotten a little pudgy over the winter and doesn’t fit in the corner-cat-bed. Any bigger, and I’m gonna start calling him “Three.”
Sidney, when she’s not sleeping on the table under the lamp, snoozes on a kitchen chair.
Fanny prefers keeping an eye on the knives.
There’s a fourth cat, Puffy, who enjoys spending his time napping in the driveway.
In other words… No cats in the cat bed. Ever.
This is a mission oak style corner desk I found at Target.com this afternoon. Not only does match the rest of the furniture in the livingroom, but it fits snugly in that empty corner by the window. I wouldn’t have to keep my coffee on the floor beside the bed, running the risk of forgetting it’s there and knocking it over every time I get up. There’s a cute little drawer where I could neatly keep all the little scraps of paper I write blog ideas on throughout the day, and I can just picture my file box on one of those shelves underneath.
Not to mention, I wouldn’t spend hours a night sequestered in the bedroom like some Phantom-Of-The-Suburbs style shut-in.
I mean, I’m just sayin…