Mar 19, 2010

Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner. Someone Really Should.

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 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…


Monique-aka-Surferwife23 said...

Ok. So I love cats. I am a cat person and we own THE MOST ANNOYING dog ever. My daughter also wants a cat.

The problem? While my husband agrees our dog is so super annoyballs, he hates cats. He tells our daughter all the time that a cat will scratch her eyeballs out.

So, if hubby ever stumbles upon your blog. (Don't worry he wont. He rarely stumbles upon his own wife's) he will use that picture of your cat with knives against me.

And poor Haley and I will be kittyless forever.

foxy said...

Okay, well i think you've made an excellent case and you should GET THAT DESK. For reals. I can tell that you need it. Like NEED need it.

Curvy Jones said...

Oooh nice! I should drive out to my cousin's. She has a desk she was going to let me use. I need one badly, man. I write on the bed. All the time.

My Husband's Watching TV... said...

I have my laptop on a tv tray too! Like the new desk!

Amanda said...

I love it! You definitely need that if you're going to be a super professional blogger.

I'm a lappy on the couch or bed kind of girl.

I'm also a cat girl -- we have 4 cats, too. You can't just have one!

The Girl Next Door Grows Up said...

We have a cat, Sam. He loves to lay in the sink! Isn't that crazy?

I swear he is the only cat that loves water.

Steam Me Up, Kid said...

Hm. Interesting. Blogging from the *foot of* the bed. Rather than my current work space, which is *in the* bed with the covers pulled up around my waist. Your way is way more professional. I'm gonna try that.

liz said...

Hey! I found you through LBS Tea Party. I'm a yankee living in dixie territory as well. :) And I laughed when I read you are 33 and still don't know what you want to be. I'm 32 and have that same thing in my profile! I'm following you now. Happy Sunday!


Amanda said...

Stopping by from the Lady Bloggers Tea Party - your blog is really cute and so are your cats! After we bought our dog a $40 dog bed she never gets on the furniture....I'm glad it worked out that way but cats just seem to have a mind of their own.

Single and Sane said...

Also stopping by from the Lady Bloggers Tea Party. Your blog is hysterical!

My cats avoid the cat bed, too. They also ignore the water dish in the kitchen in favor of one they think they have "found" upstairs.

Sharlene T. said...

My cats allowed me to live in their home. We don't own cats; they own us. Great corner table. I'm jealous.

I tried adulthood, and it sucks, so I've been youthenizing for many years. I am now younger than my daughter, and it works for me.

Have a great day.