I bought a cat bed today. Well, it’s a bed that will mostly be used by the cats. I found it on Facebook marketplace. It wasn’t super cheap, but it was way cheaper than anything I’d have bought brand new.
The good: Fits almost perfectly, good height for ceiling-atticky-crawlspace access, and I can store all kinds of shit underneath. It also makes a great storage space for the stupid twin mattress that keeps bouncing from one room to another as I try to find a home for it.
The bad: If I bought this for a human child, I’d be pissed. It is the shoddiest piece of furniture I’ve ever assembled and I’ve assembled a LOT of furniture. I hope the people who sold it to me bought something better and safer for their kid. Since my biggest “kid” is only 12 pounds, I think it’ll be fine.
The photo is a fine example of just how exciting this new addition is. No, it’s not too tall. The top of the mattress is about 6 inches below the top of my shoulder, which is easily accessed from the floor whenever I’m preparing anything edible in the kitchen.
Also noteworthy, I spent about 2 hours putting this thing together and nobody helped me. Nobody.
Rude.
