After over a year of scouring numerous pet stores, internet sites, and do-it-yourself books Henry and I are finally ready to chose his bed. It should be comfortable and snuggly and complement the decor of our living room, without being obtrusive.

We had our differences. I favoured an elegant powder-blue cat cave made of new wool of New Zealand sheep, handcrafted by Lithuanian peasants, placed in a cozy, sunny corner. Henry preferred the brownish, flimsy cardboard box on top of the ironing board.

We have reached a compromise. He now sleeps in a sturdy cardboard box. On top of the ironing board. In the middle of the living room. Where it is now a permanent fixture.

The mind boggles. So does the cat.

PS: The box is kind of blue.