We love our pets, but that doesn't mean they get free reign on the furniture. Fluffy and Fido may not be allowed on your Barcelona chaise or in your favorite club chair, but now they can have their own.
Q: As we all know, the arm of the sofa is the natural enemy of the common house cat. This is the scene of many an epic battle - cat vs. fabric. The cats have clearly won. What can I do? How can I fix, patch, or cover the damage done by my two feline friends? I'm considering sewing some sleeves to cover over it, but I have not found much online inspiration for this project.
For a long time I’ve been hoping that one of my neighbors
would start raising backyard chickens, because I love eggs but never wanted to raise
the chickens myself. Raising chickens just seemed like too much work, no matter how cute the
$100,000 Neiman Marcus chicken coop was. Unfortunately, it looks like a lot of
chicken owners have come to the same conclusion, and unwanted urban chickens
are flooding into animal shelters.
Living with a cat means: any bag brought into the house is subject to search and seizure, you'll become acquainted with the impassioned melody of nocturnal opera sung in yowls and meows, pain thresholds will be tested frequently and regularly both by errant pieces of litter sprinkled across the floor and the occasional love bite/scratch to test skin health, and cables and cords left attended may find their way into your cat's collection of "fun play things bipedal nincompoop who feeds me wants, but can't have"...
It seems like half the people I know right now are using/wearing some sort of activity monitoring device. I wear a Nike Fuelband during the day and a wireless Bluetooth heart rate monitor during runs and hikes; others I know turn to FitBit, a Polar GPS device, or the Jawbone Up for metabolic monitoring. But do you know who may benefit from a little more exercise too? Your dog.
Once a month, my house gets a visitor. He's furry, drools, and loves to have his belly rubbed. Monster, a 10-year old German Shepherd/collie/chow mix, is my boyfriend's dog, and every few weeks, my boyfriend drives to his ex's house in the suburbs to pick the dog up for a week-long visit.
We've all got friends like this (or maybe you're the friend). You go over to their house, and it's covered in pet hair and smells like a barn. There's no reason to blame the pets in this instance — there are certainly things that you can do, even living in a small space, that will keep you from being the "smelly house friend."