I love my cats. Beyond all reason. They are messy and they scratch. They leave hair everywhere and destroy furniture, not to mention small rodent destruction.
But I love them.
I am also a bibliophile. I love books. I read some on my iPad, but I prefer ones I can hold in my hand. I read everyday and frequently finish a book a day, depending on how busy I am. We have bookcases all over the house. Generally the books in them are books I can't bear to part with or books I think I may refer back to.
I put most of the books that I liked but don't need to keep in the B&B area for others to enjoy. The books I kept in the office were the ones I want to keep.
Naturally that is where the cat decided to take a wee nap. A cat nap, if you will. Among my Louis L'Amour paperbacks. And, yes, I have re-read them. I particularly like the Sacketts, even though when I read them now they look like Tom Selleck and Sam Elliott in my head. Not that there is anything wrong with that....
But there wasn't quite enough room for his
You put those back!
What do you do when one of your best friends messes with some of your favorite possessions? sigh