Is to rearrange the litterbox area of the garage. A long time ago my mom bought me a miniature pool table and since Brian wouldn't play with me, it ended up in the garage. Over by the litterboxes.
The cats, Gracie mostly, started to use it as a bed. Over time, I'd added blankets to the top and I had to stack boxes underneath because the bolts that attached the legs kept loosening up and it kept leaning and I was scared that it would fall on a cat. With the boxes stacked, if it fell, it would just land on the boxes and not a kitty cat.
And I've hated the whole thing. Years ago I told Brian "when we lose Gracie, I'm getting rid of that thing". Yeah, other kitties laid on it, but it was Gracie Anne's bed.
Before 6:30 this morning the pool table was in the dumpster. I still have the boxes to get rid of and I have to figure out where to put the cat condos that were by it that Gracie uses as stairs of a sort (she's been weak for a while and I wanted to make it as easy as possible for her to get up there).
Life moves on.
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