My ancient (age 14) cat has his own bed, which he shares when one of the grandkids sleeps over.
Next to the bed is a step so he can easily jump on it.
Across from the bed is a window seat mounted on a nightstand, accessible from the bed via a ramp, a giant breadboard.
Right now, Mr. F is sleeping in the sun on his breadboard ramp. He is worn out from the rigors of attacking and hissing at the brushes I used to groom him today.
Meanwhile, my truck is expected to be in the shop for about two weeks, due to a recall of 2002 Toyota Tacomas. The frame is rotting away, and the entire thing needs to be replaced.
I get the work done for nothing, of course, plus a loaner car, a Kia Spectra, plus $500 worth of parts and labor for my trouble.
Could be a lot worse, considering that I used the truck this past Monday to transport stuff from Milton to the Mashpee Transfer Station.
The tech at the dealership said it was okay to drive, so I guess we weren’t in any danger, but it’s unsettling nonetheless, especially since it got a good report from another dealership less than a month ago.