The Cathouse

We're living here in the pre-renovated apartment with 17.5-year-old Zoot, a sweet, wonderful cat with a lot of kitten left in him. He keeps me company while I freelance, and I happily fuss over him all day. For those that have been following this blog, you know that we're on an inflatable bed, since everything will have to be removed from the apartment during The Renovation. Anybody else see our dilemma? Yes, cat nails and an inflatable bed aren't the best combination.

We're up to Bed #4. The first lasted the longest, and the next three have managed about a month each before succumbing to overnight deflation. But I'd rather blow up another new bed than try to keep Zoot off. This is a cathouse, and Zoot takes priority over bed-replacement every time. And we have never been able to find nail-holes, so it just may be that the Coleman beds leak after a while, which would be planned obsolescence in an interesting timeframe....