Here is one photo to carry us over until next week when I return to regular cat blogging. This is the downstairs guest bedroom into which the cats are rarely allowed to go. But this one day the door popped open, and la Doyenne settled herself down on the bed. How could I move her when she was so colour-coordinated with the black and white quilts and the wonderful Marimekko quilt my sister made for me thirty years ago.
Under the quilt is an old-fashioned 'lap robe' that was my great-grand-mother's... for rides in early cars. We used to use them as kids in the backseat because my father always drove with the window open (to stay awake on Friday nights after having commuted into New York City on an 1h40 minute train ride one-way and then have to drive three and a half hours to Vermont for the weekend).
The bed is pretty ancient, too -- my father, sister, brother and I all slept in it (sequentially, folks). It's an old attic bed that is simple but comfortable.
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