June 4, 2013
Theodore slips off his favorite perch on top of one of the old chairs from my grandmother's basement. But he doesn't sleep on one of the chairs that's pushed under the dining table. He prefers to lie on the one that's turned upside-down in the corner of the office. The fabric on its underside has all been clawed away, leaving the hard board of the seat exposed. I wouldn't think this a comfy surface for napping, but he seems to like it. Going from a rock to a hard place, he just left this spot for the office floor.