Here I am standing on the shelf that Dad built behind the bed. This is the very thing I spend hours and hours behind, underneath the bed. I'm still waiting for the perch I've been promised. Until that's installed, no one knows whether or not I'll be able to settle down at night in the bedroom...
In all fairness, the perch is in process. Dad cut the wood a couple weeks ago, when he built the shelf. They were going to cover it with a carpet remnant, but that didn't look like it was going to work real well. Mom got a piece of 2 inch thick foam this week, and some thick fleecy fabric to stretch over that, and it'll all be stapled to the board. I can't wait. I'm anxious to give this thing a try.
Right now, though, about half my nights are spent on the back of the livingroom couch, looking out that window, and the other half of the night I'm laying on top of Mom or right beside her.
You all sleep tight! Ciao meow!