Cashew and the Rocking Chair

Every time i sat in the rocking chair Cashew tried to worm her way into my lap.  Finally, one day i obliged her.  I thought she would hate it and want down immediately.  To my surprise she laid very still and nuzzled her head into my chest.  So it became part of the evening routine.  …

Cat-Proofing my Grandmother’s Rocking Chair

When i lived in apartments i had separate rooms and if something was off limits to the cat i could just close the door. In the tiny house, everything is open. So i had to come up with a way to cat-proof my grandmother’s rocking chair. I stretched trash bags over the cushions and put …