The Culprit Cat

When I gave away the boy's beds in the name of increasing space in this house, I thought the logical way to have beds when they were home was to have air mattresses.  Easily stored, easily inflated.   I did not factor into the equation  the claws of Pimp Daddy Nifkin.

The first mattress was punctured by PimpDaddy Nifkin playing with the dog.  I put it off to an accident.  Tonight I put the bed to inflate, with a nice, firm result.  A couple of hours later I heard a distinct plugging sound- like a cat putting it's claws to furniture.  Nifkin easily put ten claw holes in the mattress through the flannel sheet.  The mattress was as deflated as my ego during high school. 

I've shut the door to the bedroom and inflated the mattress for BW.  BF is at his father's home for the evening, so I only have to produce one sleeping surface.

I'm off to see if I can find a way to repair the holes the cat so thoughtfully placed through the sueded surface of the Coleman air mattress.

Gee, it's great to be back home.

Blessings abound