Archy says Mozart had it all wrong. The seraglio is not to be escaped. It is to be sought out—sunk into even.
Just look at that cushy, cushy goodness.
The seraglio is one of our latest space-saving brainstorms. Since the flat files eat up approxmately 20% of the available floor space in the kitchen/dining area, we decided to use them for more than just storing art. One large slab of plywood, a jumbo fleece dog bed, and half a dozen throw pillows later, we have a new lounging area big enough to seat two humans and three cats (we feel—Archy says it’s just the right size for one).
More photos will certainly follow.
As much as I want to think Archy is inviting me over for a lay-down, in reality I know that look is really saying “MINE.”
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I love that first picture of Archy. He looks mysterious, and very forbidding. “Don’t touch my stuff…”