Hello, my little fur lickers, and Happy New Year to one and all. To loving human beans, fellow fab felines, and, even filthy dogs! I’m feeling full of love and perhaps even a little bit high on catnip. Santa was generous with it, as usual.
Today, I wish to reassure my humans that all is well is Sugar’s world. They have been a bit concerned after witnessing one of my most embarrassing moments.
As I’m no spring chicken, they have gone to some effort to make sure I can nap wherever I please. At the end of the bed is a large, low ottoman. On the ottoman is a sheepskin. Sometimes I nap there. Sometimes I use the ottoman as a stepstool to the bed. Choices, my friends, it’s all about choices.
I love to spread my napping attention all over the house. In warmer months, I’ll travel with Mr. Sunbeam and rest under his golden glow. But in recent weeks, I’ve rediscovered a recliner that has been with us since my adoption. It was a favourite of my late pal Spice. I don’t know why I have taken to this particular piece of furniture, but it lures me over, nearly every evening.
All was well until one night when I attempted to leap onto its lap and didn’t make it. I fell backward and failed to right myself before my beans noticed my clumsiness. How embarrassing! I scared them and felt unable to restore my pride before settling beneath the coffee table until bedtime.
![Sugar's view of the recliner looking very tall, from the floor.](https://i0.wp.com/www.voiceoflisabrandt.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/Sugar-LaZboy-view-Dec-2020-scaled.jpg?fit=891%2C1024&ssl=1)
My view of the recliner. It must be six or seven miles off the floor – no wonder I didn’t make it!
Has this incident diminished my love for the chair? It has not.
Mother and Father began to watch me with bated breath as I hesitated a long while before attempting the jump. Sometimes, I changed my mind and walked away, seeking a lower-level place on which to nap. This worried them, I know.
So, Mother devised a solution. She click-click-clicked on her black rectangle and the following day, I found this at the foot of the chair.
![An oval, rope-covered pouf in a natural shade sits at the foot of the recliner.](https://i0.wp.com/www.voiceoflisabrandt.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/pouf-and-recliner.jpg?fit=768%2C1024&ssl=1)
Mother says it’s a pouf from Jysk, which many human beans mispronounce. It’s Jysk as in Yiddish, not Jysk as in jinx. No words needed to be spoken. I immediately used the pouf as a step up to my chair. It was a little wobbly, so Mother stood on it and stomped a bit to flatten it out. It’s perfect!
If I could, I would tell my humans that I’m okay. I’m in my sixteenth year of awesomeness and not as spry or lithe as I once was. Father has declared he’s done with climbing on the roof. Well, the recliner is my roof, and there will come a time when the danger is too great to bother with it. My bruised ego has already mended. I’m a senior now and having a great life. Don’t cry for me, Argentina.
Being given my very own pouf is a treasure and sign of love that I don’t take for granted. I’m a lucky cat. I don’t choose to sleep there as often since my tumble but the chair is still in rotation.
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I wish you a wonderful week and many naps in your fave locales! And I hope you have the kind of love in your life that my beans have for me.
Your friend,
Miss Sugar