I am writing this post using only one hand. Photo:
A lot of things happened before this photo was taken. A chronological breakdown may be in order.
July 17 - I re-covered the seats of our dining room chairs. I blogged about it the next day. (See previous post)
July 19 - I set about making a slipcover for our old love seat, using the same fabric I used for re-upholstering the dining room chairs. The boyfriend and I got the love seat before we had cats and when we introduced the felines to the family, it became the default “scratching furniture.” Aside from being badly scratched, this love seat also survived a funky smell phase. Late last year, while in heat, one of our girls sprayed on it. It had undergone a series of washing and drying before I decided to make a decent slipcover for it.
I started with the top:
Then the “skirt:”
For my second attempt at making a slipcover, this one looked good. It got me excited about transforming this spot in our house to a cozy reading nook. The only other thing we needed to DIY was a lamp.
July 20 – We scheduled to have our littlest kitty (Dwarf) neutered this day. We didn’t want to wait until he sprayed around the house, like Ghost did.
When he finally woke up late in the afternoon, groggy from the anesthesia, he climbed up the love seat. I went out to buy his antibiotics. When I came back, the love seat and the cover were wet with urine. Because poor Dwarf was still high on drugs and could not control his bladder, he wet the love seat before he could reach their litter box.
I could do nothing but shake my head and say, “Funny, Life. VERY FUNNY.”
As you can see from the first photo, we have removed the love seat from the dining area. The slipcover is soaking in soap in the bathroom. I am here, working outside my office, because I have to monitor Dwarf’s shenanigans. And because he loves humans, he clambered up to my lap to cuddle and sleep. I have not moved for half an hour, my legs and butt are dead, and I am typing using only one hand. Sewing the slipcover also proved to be a futile exercise because we have decided to throw out the love seat. But I don’t care; there’s a warm and sweet kitty on my lap and all is well.