The Wrestling Room has been transformed into a room where "Stop raising dust!" is now the battle cry. With furniture and froo-froo (as Chuck calls vases full of dried stuff) it looks like we live here now, sort of. And the cat is now willing to begin her work in earnest. She was just sharpening her pretend claws on the ottoman, then finished up with a cheek and tail rub to leave her scent on it. It's her ottoman now, she thinks.
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