Mike and I fetched my new chair from the Mart-opolis On The Prairie this morning, with many thanks and a tank of gas to the friend who loaned us her SUV for the task. The chair is now installed, and the cats are, let’s say, “intrigued”. They’ve sniffed it. They’ve shinnied under it. They’ve stretched out upon it. They’ve tentatively inserted their claws into it, and been swatted, shooed, and sprayed with canned air for their effort. I’ve invested another tidy sum in anti-scratch sticky strips for the back of the chair, catnip spray to make their scratching post and mousey toys more desirable, and a new doorknob-hanging scratching thingie made of carpet, rope, and feathers. I also bought the girly-girl a pack of rawhide sticks in hopes that she’ll find them at least as amusing as my pencils. It’s good to have a chair!